- Dean Winchester: [Lucifer is impersonating Dean] So, I, uh, followed those swim kid Levia-whatever.
- Sam Winchester: To where?
- Dean Winchester: Here. Well, back to town. And that ain't the good news.
- Sam Winchester: What?
- Dean Winchester: There ain't just two of 'em. I don't think.
- Sam Winchester: Did you call Bobby?
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, he's workin' his own case. I gotta move and I need backup, and that means you.
- Sam Winchester: Wh- wait. You sure about that?
- Dean Winchester: I know, you're bonkers. But, luckily I just need ya to keep the engine runnin' and wait by the back door. Just don't, uh, don't let Satan change my presets.
- Lucifer: [Impersonating Dean. The real Dean has just walked into the warehouse where Lucifer is tormenting Sam] Oh, look, another me.
- Dean Winchester: Sam, what are you doing?
- [Sam points his gun at the real Dean]
- Dean Winchester: Whoa. Whoa!
- Sam Winchester: I thought I was with *you*, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: Okay. Well, here I am.
- Sam Winchester: No. No, I don't- I-
- [looks at Lucifer leaning against the wall]
- Sam Winchester: I can't know that for sure. You understand me?
- Dean Winchester: Okay, then, we're gonna hafta start small.
- Sam Winchester: I don't remember driving here.
- Lucifer: [to Sam] That's because I drove. You thought.
- [shrugs, then to Dean whispering conspiratorially]
- Lucifer: Sam is very suggestible.
- [Sam fires his gun at Lucifer]
- Dean Winchester: Whoa! Whoa! Sam! This discussion does not require a weapon's discharge. Look at me. C'mon. You wanna know what's real? Look, man, I've been to Hell. Okay? I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that if feels *different*. Than the pain of this regular... stupid... crappy... *this*!
- Sam Winchester: [desperate] No, no, how can know that for sure?
- Dean Winchester: Lemme see your hand.
- [Sam looks down at his gun hand]
- Dean Winchester: No, no. The gimp hand, lemme see it.
- Lucifer: [now behind Sam] Well, smell you, Florence Nightingale.
- [Sam looks over his shoulder at Lucifer. Dean follows his gaze, then desperately grabs Sam's injured left hand]
- Dean Winchester: *Hey!*
- [Sam looks at his hand, then at Dean. Sam is starting to calm down]
- Dean Winchester: This is real. Not a year ago. Not in Hell. *Now.* I was with you when you cut it. I sewed it up. Look!
- [Dean presses the wound on Sam's hand until it bleeds, and grabs the gun in his right. Sam winces]
- Lucifer: [now next to Dean, starts to flicker in and out] We've had a lot more with pain.
- Dean Winchester: [applying more pressure to Sam's wound] This is *different.* Right? Than the *crap* that's tearin' at your walnut? *I'm* different! Right?
- Sam Winchester: [pulls his left hand from Dean and holds it. Dean takes the gun from Sam's right hand] Yeah, I think so.
- Lucifer: You sure about that, bunk buddy?
- Dean Winchester: Sam.
- Lucifer: [flickering in and out again as Sam presses the wound on his hand] Doesn't mean anything.
- [Sam looks at Lucifer]
- Dean Winchester: Hey.
- [pulling Sam's attention back to him]
- Dean Winchester: I am your flesh and blood brother. Okay? I am the only who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy.
- Lucifer: Sammy. Sammy, I'm the only one who can-
- [flashes in and out again as Sam mercilessly presses his wounded hand]
- Dean Winchester: Believe in *that!*
- [Lucifer flashes out]
- Dean Winchester: Believe *me*, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one, and *build* on it. You understand?
- Sam Winchester: Yeah.
- [sighing deeply. More Calm down]
- Sam Winchester: Yeah, okay.
- Dean Winchester: [to the Leviathans possessing Castiel's vessel] Your vessel's gonna explode, ain't it? Wouldn't do anything too strenuous. In fact, I'd call it a day and head on home.
- [smiles hopefully]
- Dean Winchester: Huh?
- Dean Winchester: [waking up Sam] Sam. Sammy!
- [Sam jerks awake]
- Dean Winchester: Whoa. That's twelve hours straight. I'm callin' that rested.
- [holds up a water bottle]
- Dean Winchester: Here. Hydrate.
- [holds up a candy bar]
- Dean Winchester: And, uh, protein... ate.
- Madeline Hackett: Did you know a study showed that 3/4 of doctors cheat on their exams? He might not know your appendix from your vagina.
- Bobby Singer: Either Sheriff Mills is having an ObamaCare insured opium dream, or something's eating folks down at Sioux Falls General Hospital
- Lucifer: You not knowing what's real, the paint slowly peeling off your walls -- come on, man. This is the sweet spot. Why would I end it? It's not like we got HBO in the pit.
- Dean Winchester: [to Sam] If you think I'm leaving you here alone...
- Bobby Singer: Hey, what am I, chopped brains on toast?
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- Leviathan: You got yourself an awfully small body.
- Leviathan: Too small. She didn't know anything. Can't even see over the counter.
- Leviathan: Well, this one... "Edgar." Edgar worked on something called a demolitions crew. Watching things blow up is apparently very satisfying.
- Leviathan: "Annie" knew where babies come from. Disgusting, by the way.
- Bobby Singer: [Walking in on Sam shouting at "Lucifer"] Hey, Sam. You, uh...... Havin' a little bag-lady moment, huh?