Trickster: [to Sam] Let me tell you, whoever zei Dean was the dysfunctional one, has never seen u with a sharp object in your hands.
Sam Winchester: Man, I had a weird dream. Dean Winchester: Yeah? Clowns of midgets?
Dean Winchester: My God, you're a freak.
Dean Winchester: I'm tellin' you, Sam, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela. Sam Winchester: Sure, we'll get right on that. Where is she again? Dean Winchester: Shut up.
Dean Winchester: Sammy, I get all tingly when u take control like that.
Sam Winchester: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday,...
Evil Dean: Dad knew who u really were. Good solider, nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether u lived of died. Why should you? Dean Winchester: Son of a bitch! Shoves Evil Dean. Dean Winchester: My father was an obsessed bastard! Kick Evil Dean against the wall. Hits him with the sawed off shot gun and pins him with it. Dean Winchester: All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam, that was his crap. He's the one that couldn't protect his family! Hits Evil Dean again. Dean Winchester: He's the one who let mom die! Who wasn't there for Sam, I always...