Supernatural (TV Series)

Abandon All Hope (2009)

Jensen Ackles: Dean Winchester

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• [Ellen is staying behind with Jo] 

  Jo Harvelle : Mom, no.

  Ellen Harvelle : Somebody's gotta let 'em in. Like you said, you're not movin'. You got me, Jo. And you're right. This is important. But I will not leave you here alone.

  Sam Winchester : Dean...

  Ellen Harvelle : Get goin' now boys.

  Dean Winchester : Ellen...

  Ellen Harvelle : I said go. And Dean? Kick it in the ass. Don't miss.

  [they go; Ellen takes the chain off the door, breaks the salt line, preps the bomb] 

  Ellen Harvelle : [to Jo]  I will always love you, baby. Honey?

  [Jo is dead; Ellen sobs] 

  Ellen Harvelle : It's okay, it's okay. That's my good girl.

  [the hellhounds approach, Ellen feels the breath of one on her face] 

  Ellen Harvelle : You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch!

  [she presses the button, the building explodes] 

• Dean Winchester : Hey.

  Jo Harvelle : Hey.

  Dean Winchester : Hmm. So, dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink and, you know, make merry.

  Jo Harvelle : Are you giving me the 'Last Night on Earth' speech?

  Dean Winchester : What?

  Jo Harvelle : What?

  Dean Winchester : No.

  [laughs] 

  Dean Winchester : No, but if I was, would that work?

  Jo Harvelle : [smiles at him and sets her beer on the counter. She moves in closer, puts her hand close to the back of his neck and tilts her face up to his. Just as their lips are about to connect, she pulls back]  No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect.

  [she turns and laughs softly as she walks away] 

  Dean Winchester : [watches her walk away and raises his beer to his lips]  If you're into that kinda thing.

• Sam Winchester : It's Crowley, right?

  Crowley : So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough.

  [he approaches, looks down at the rug, turns it up to find the Devil's Trap painted underneath] 

  Crowley : Do you have any idea how much this rug cost?

  [demons come up from behind and restrain the brothers; Crowley holds up the Colt] 

  Crowley : This is it, right? This is what it's all about.

  [raises the gun, shoots the two demons holding them; the brothers look at each other in confusion] 

  Crowley : We need to talk. Privately.

  Dean Winchester : What the hell is this?

  Crowley : Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing? There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all. Except that I told you.

  Sam Winchester : *You* told us?

  Crowley : Rumors. Innuendo. Sent out on the grapevine.

  Sam Winchester : Why? Why tell us anything?

  Crowley : [pointing the Colt at Dean]  I want you, to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face.

  Dean Winchester : Uh-huh. Okay, and why, exactly would *you* want the Devil dead?

  Crowley : [putting the Colt down]  It's called survival. But I forgot, you two at best are functional morons.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, you're functioning morons... more.

• Dean Winchester : [over radio]  Bobby, it's Dean. We got problems.

  Bobby Singer : It's okay boy, that's why I'm here. Is everyone all right?

  Dean Winchester : [shaky]  No. Uh, it's, it, it's Jo, Bobby it's pretty bad.

  Bobby Singer : Okay, copy that. So now we figure what we do next.

  Dean Winchester : Bobby I don't think she's...

  Bobby Singer : I said, what do we do next, Dean?

  Dean Winchester : Right. Okay, right.

  Bobby Singer : Now, tell me what you got.

• Dean Winchester : Uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kinda signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the Devil and lose?

  Crowley : Number one, he's gonna wipe us all out anyway, two, after you leave here I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere, and three, HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MISS, OKAY? MORONS!

  [tosses Dean a bag of ammo, vanishes] 

• Dean Winchester : You know, trap or no trap, if we got a snowball's chance we gotta take it, right?

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, I suppose.

  Dean Winchester : 'Sides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out, I mean Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with revelation omens. And, look at this. There's been six missing persons reported in town since Sunday. I think the Devil's there.

  Sam Winchester : Okay.

  Dean Winchester : But if we think about it, you can't come with.

  Sam Winchester : Dean.

  Dean Winchester : Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch. Okay, we've lost a game piece, that we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the Devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart.

  Sam Winchester : Since when have we ever done anything smart?

  Dean Winchester : I'm serious, Sam.

  Sam Winchester : So am I! Now have we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it *together*.

  Dean Winchester : Okay. But it's a stupid freakin' idea.

• Sam Winchester : Last words?

  Dean Winchester : I think I'm good.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, me too.

  Dean Winchester : Here goes nothin'.

  Sam Winchester : [to Lucifer, cocking his rifle]  Hey! You wanted to see me?

  Lucifer : Oh Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really.

  Dean Winchester : [putting the Colt to Lucifer's head]  Yeah? Well I'd hurt you. So suck it!

  [he fires, Lucifer falls, pause] 

  Lucifer : [gasping]  *Oowww*.

  [rising] 

  Lucifer : Where did you get that?

  [sends Dean flying into a tree, turns back to Sam, the wound in his head vanishing] 

  Lucifer : Now. Where were we?

• Dean Winchester : So now we know where the Devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah. We just have to get past, eight or so Hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight.

  Dean Winchester : And that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell outta town.

  Sam Winchester : Won't be easy.

  Dean Winchester : Stretcher?

  Sam Winchester : I'll see what we got.

  Jo Harvelle : Stop. Guys, stop. Can we uh, be realistic about this please? I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are bein' held in by an Ace bandage. We gotta... we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one, I'm not going anywhere.

  Ellen Harvelle : Joanna Beth, you stop talkin' like that.

  Jo Harvelle : Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I could do something. We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need.

  Sam Winchester : Everything we need?

  Jo Harvelle : To build a bomb, Sam.

  Dean Winchester : No. Jo, no.

  Jo Harvelle : You got another plan? You got *any* other plan? Those are Hellhounds out there Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will *never* stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, make a break for the building next over, and I can wait here with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway.

  Ellen Harvelle : No, I, I won't let you!

  Jo Harvelle : This is why we're here, right? If I could get us a shot on the Devil... Dean we have to take it.

  Ellen Harvelle : No! That's not...

  Jo Harvelle : Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult? You might want to take it?

  Ellen Harvelle : [crying]  Well you heard her. Get to work.

• Bobby Singer : Before he went missing, did Cas say how many reapers?

  Dean Winchester : I don't, I don't know, he said a lot of things I guess, I mean does the number matter?

  Bobby Singer : Devil's in the details, Dean.

  [Ellen nudges Dean, he holds out the radio for her] 

  Ellen Harvelle : Bobby it's Ellen. The way he was looking, the number of places Castiel's eyes went, I'd say we're talkin' over a dozen reapers, probably more.

  Bobby Singer : I do not like the sound of that.

  Dean Winchester : Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but... what, what does that sound *like*?

  Bobby Singer : It sounds like Death, son. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual. I think he's planning to unleash Death.

  Dean Winchester : You mean like as in, this dude and taxes are the only sure thing?

  Bobby Singer : As in *Death*, the Horseman, the Pale Rider in the flesh.

  Dean Winchester : Unleash, I mean, hasn't Death been trompin' all over the place, I mean hell I've died several times myself!

  Bobby Singer : Not this guy, this is, this is the Angel of Death! Big Daddy Reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was buildin' a boat. That's why the place is crawlin' with reapers. They're waitin' on the big boss to show.

• Castiel : The demon Crowley is making a deal. Even as we speak, it's... going... down.

  Dean Winchester : "Going down?" Right. Okay, Huggy-Bear. Just don't lose him.

  Castiel : I won't lose him.

  Mr. Pendleton : [to Crowley]  Damn you.

  [walks away] 

  Crowley : Enjoy the obscene wealth! See you in ten years.

  [He walks off, Castiel following; they vanish] 

  Castiel : [outside Crowley's hideout]  I followed him. It's not far, but... it's layered in Enochian warding magic. I can't get in.

  Dean Winchester : That's okay. You did great. We'll take it from here.

• Sam Winchester : It's got to be a trap, right?

  Dean Winchester : [Chuckles]  Sam Winchester having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never.

• Bobby Singer : The Angel of Death must be brought into this world at midnight, through a place of awful carnage. Now back during the Civil War there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hell-hole.

  Dean Winchester : Where'd the massacre go down?

  Bobby Singer : On the land of William Jasper's farm.