Supernatural (TV Series)

No Rest for the Wicked (2008)

Jensen Ackles: Dean Winchester

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Quotes 

• Bobby Singer : You're almost hells bitch, so you can see hells other bitches.

  Dean Winchester : Thank you.

• Dean Winchester : If this is my last day on earth, I don't want it to be socially awkward.

• Dean Winchester : And I wish you'd shut your pie-hole, but we don't always get what we want.

• Bobby Singer : You're playin' wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?

  [Sam looks at Dean. Dean just shakes his head] 

  Dean Winchester : How'd you know?

  Bobby Singer : Because that's what happens when you've got Hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart.

• Sam Winchester : So what, now you're seein' demons?

  Dean Winchester : I've been seein' all kinds of things lately, but nothing like this.

  Bobby Singer : Actually, it's not all that crazy.

  Dean Winchester : How is it not that crazy?

  Bobby Singer : Well, you got just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. Glimpsing the B side.

  Dean Winchester : [Frustrated]  A little less new-agey, please.

  Bobby Singer : [Bluntly]  You're almost hell's bitch. So... you can see hell's other bitches.

  Dean Winchester : [Sarcastically]  Thank you.

• Dean Winchester : All I'm sayin'- Sammy, all I'm sayin' is you're my weak spot. You are. And I'm yours.

  Sam Winchester : You don't mean that. We're... we're family.

  Dean Winchester : I know. And those evil sons o' bitches know it, too. I mean, what we'd do for each other, how far we'll go. They're using it against us.

  Sam Winchester : [fighting back tears]  So, what, we just stop looking out for each other?

  Dean Winchester : No, we stop bein' martyrs. Man, we- we stop spreadin' it for these demons. We take this knife, and we go after Lilith *our* way, the way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then uh... we go down swingin'. Whaddya think?

  Sam Winchester : I think you totally shoulda been jammin' Eye of the Tiger right there.

  Dean Winchester : Oh, bite me.

  [pause] 

  Dean Winchester : Ya know, I totally rehearsed that speech, too.

• Bobby Singer : Where do you think you're goin'?

  Dean Winchester : We got the knife.

  Bobby Singer : And you intend to use it without me. Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?

  Sam Winchester : No, Bobby, of course not.

  Dean Winchester : This is about me. And Sam. 'Kay, this isn't your fight.

  Bobby Singer : [Pissed, advances on Dean and gets in his face]  The Hell it isn't! Family don't end with blood, boy!

  [Dean swallows hard, overwhelmed. Bobby backs up a step] 

  Bobby Singer : 'Sides, you need me.

  Dean Winchester : Bobby...

  Bobby Singer : You're playin' wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?

  [Sam gives Dean a hard look] 

  Dean Winchester : [Looks at Sam then back to Bobby]  How'd ya know?

  Bobby Singer : Because that's what happens when you got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart.

• Sam Winchester : Hey, Dean.

  [They're in the car at night] 

  Dean Winchester : Yeah?

  Sam Winchester : You know, if this doesn't, uh... if this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know that...

  Dean Winchester : No, no, no, no.

  Sam Winchester : No, what?

  Dean Winchester : You're not gonna bust out the misty goodbye speech. Okay? I mean, if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward.

  [pause] 

  Dean Winchester : You know what I do want...

  [He turns the radio on and Wanted Dead or Alive is playing] 

  Sam Winchester : [surprised]  Bon Jovi?

  Dean Winchester : Bon Jovi rocks. On occasion.

  [Dean starts singing, belting it out. Then hits Sam on the arm] 

  Dean Winchester : C'mon.

  [Sam joins in, quietly at first, then louder. They sing together, Dean taking Bon Jovi's lead and Sam singing Sambora's part. Sam continues to sing as Dean grows quiet, getting sober as fear and worry take over] 

• Dean Winchester : I'm glad my doomed soul's good for something.

• Dean Winchester : If we go down, then we go down swingin'.

• Dean Winchester : [Desperate to take his mind off things]  Why don't we just make a TJ run, huh? Ya know... some senoritas, cervesas. Uh, we could... what's Spanish for donkey show?

  Sam Winchester : [smiling]  So, if we *do* save you, let's never do that.

• Sam Winchester : [Time is running out]  Okay. You win. What do I have to do?

  Ruby : What do you mean?

  Sam Winchester : To save Dean. What do you need me to do?

  [Dean comes up behind him] 

  Dean Winchester : [He grabs Sam]  What the hell do you think you're doin'?

  Sam Winchester : No. Just shut up for a second.

  [Pushes Dean off] 

  Sam Winchester : Ruby!

  Ruby : You had your chance. You can't just flip a switch. We needed time.

  Sam Winchester : [Desperate now]  Well, there's gotta be somethin'. There's gotta be some way. Whatever it is, I'll *do* it.

  [Dean grabs him again and Sam tries to fight him off] 

  Sam Winchester : No. Dean! I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Dean!

  Dean Winchester : Yes, you are!

  [Quieter] 

  Dean Winchester : Yes, you are.

  [Softly] 

  Dean Winchester : I'm sorry. I mean, this is all my fault. I know that. But, what you're doin'. It's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you.

  Sam Winchester : [Fighting tears]  Then what am I supposed to do?

  Dean Winchester : Keep fightin'. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught ya. 'Kay? And remember what I taught you.

  [Fighting tears, tries to smile. Then a clock starts to chime midnight. Sam looks at Dean, crying as Dean smiles at him] 

• Dean Winchester : HELP!

  [His voice comes from far away at first, then closer as we move through a dark and swirling void] 

  Dean Winchester : HELP!

  [Swirling, falling, hurtling through a maze of chains, dirty smoke, filthy air and lightning to a lone figure deep in the distance] 

  Dean Winchester : No. No! No!

  [Closer as we see Dean bound to the chains by large hooks driven through his flesh] 

  Dean Winchester : SOMEBODY HELP ME!

  [Fighting for breath, struggling through tears and pain, Dean desperately looks around, sees nothing, no one] 

  Dean Winchester : SAM!

  [screams] 

  Dean Winchester : SAAAAAAAMMM!

• Sam Winchester : Hey, Dean. We're cutting it close, I know. But, we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to Hell. I'm not gonna let you. I swear. Everything's gonna be okay.

  Dean Winchester : [Smiles at Sam until he hallucinates, seeing Sam's face change, twist and contort into grotesque images. Dean's smile vanishes and he tries to hide the fear from Sam]  Yeah, okay.

• Ruby : [to Sam]  I'm telling you. You can save your brother. And I can show you how.

  Dean Winchester : So, that's you, huh? Our slutty little Yoda.

  Ruby : Dean. Charming as ever.

• Ruby : [to Dean after a fight during which Dean has led her into a corner of the basement]  What the Hell are you grinning at?

  Dean Winchester : [Stands up, bloodied, but smiling, holds up her Demon knife]  Missing something?

  Ruby : I'll kill you, you son of a bitch.

  [She charges him, but can't move more than a step. Dean smirks and Ruby looks up to see the Devil's trap on the ceiling directly above her] 

  Dean Winchester : Like I said, I knew you'd come.

  Ruby : Wait! You're just gonna leave me here?

  Dean Winchester : Let's go, Sam.

  [Takes a deep steadying breath before wearily starting up the stairs] 

  Ruby : Oh. So, you're too stupid to live, is that it? Then fine! You deserve Hell! And I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones! I wish I could be there to hear you scream!

  Dean Winchester : [Climbing the stairs with Sam behind him]  Yeah, I wish you'd shut your piehole, but we don't always get what we want.

• Bobby Singer : New Harmony, Indiana.

  [Bobby has used a spell to locate Lilith] 

  Bobby Singer : And we have a winner.

  Sam Winchester : [Ready for action]  Okay. Let's go.

  Dean Winchester : Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Just holster it up there, Tex.

  Sam Winchester : What's the problem?

  Dean Winchester : What's the problem? C'mon, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith actually holds my deal. We're goin' offa Bela's intel? When that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay? Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?

  Bobby Singer : Ain't you just bringin' down the room?

  Dean Winchester : Well, it's a gift.

• Dean Winchester : [Voice dripping with sarcasm]  This is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please?