Supernatural (TV Series)

Two Minutes to Midnight (2010)

Jensen Ackles: Dean Winchester

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Quotes 

• Crowley : [to Bobby]  Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it.

  Sam Winchester : Bobby? Tell us what?

  Bobby Singer : World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little... soul.

  Dean Winchester : You sold your soul?

  Crowley : Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back.

  Dean Winchester : Well, then give it back!

  Crowley : I will.

  Dean Winchester : Now!

  Sam Winchester : Did you kiss him?

  Dean Winchester : Sam.

  Sam Winchester : I was just wondering.

  Bobby Singer : [innocently]  No!

  [Crowley shows a picture of his cellphone of them kissing] 

  Bobby Singer : Why'd you take a picture?

  Crowley : Why do you have to use tongue?

• Dean Winchester : I gotta ask, how old are you?

  Death : As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg - regardless, at the end, I'll reap Him too.

  Dean Winchester : God? You'll reap God?

  Death : Oh, yes. God will die too, Dean.

  Dean Winchester : ...This is way above my pay grade.

  Death : Just a bit.

• Sam Winchester : The last thing Pestilence said, "It's too late."

  Bobby Singer : He get specific?

  Sam Winchester : No.

  Dean Winchester : We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actual good news.

  Bobby Singer : Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million are gonna die.

  Dean Winchester : Huh.

  Castiel : [at Bobby]  I don't understand your definition of good news.

• Dean Winchester : [Seeing Bobby walk into the tool shed]  How'd it go at the Rockettes audition?

  Bobby Singer : Uhhhh... High kick's fair. Boobs need work.

• Castiel : [Contacting Dean via phone from a hospital after they defeated Zachariah]  You said no to Michael. I owe you an apology.

  Dean Winchester : Cas. It's okay.

  Castiel : [Sincere]  You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be.

  Dean Winchester : [Trying to keep the sarcasm from his voice]  Thank you.

  [pause] 

  Dean Winchester : I appreciate that.

• Dean Winchester : [Packing the Impala while Sam walks over, sighing heavily]  Lemme guess. We're about to have a talk.

  Sam Winchester : Look, Dean, um. For the record, I agree with you. About me. You think I'm too weak to take on Lucifer? Well, so do I. Believe me, I know exactly how screwed up I am. You. Bobby. Cas. I'm the least of any of you.

  Dean Winchester : Oh, Sam...

  Sam Winchester : It's true. It is. But... I'm also all we got. If there was another way... But, I don't think there is. There's just me. So, I don't know what else to do except just try to do what's gotta be done.

  [They look at each other, and are interrupted by Crowley who appears behind them] 

  Crowley : Aaaaand... scene.

• Death : Sit down. It took you long enough to find me. I've been wanting to talk to you.

  Dean Winchester : [fearful, cautious]  I gotta say... mixed feelings about that. So, is this the part where...

  [clears his throat] 

  Dean Winchester : Where you kill me?

  [He tries to smile bravely. Death gives Dean a long look, and Dean's smile slowly disappears] 

  Death : [very measured and calm]  You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me, a thing like you, well... Think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So, I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.

• Dean Winchester : [Trying to bluff his way into the security room of a convalescent home]  Hey. Hi, uh, I'm looking for my nana. Her name is Eunice... Kennedy.

  Security Guard : Go around front and see the nurse.

  Dean Winchester : [Realizes it's not working, so he steps in and closes the door]  You mind just helping me out, sir? Uh, she's about, uh... oh about that small,

  [Holds his hand about waist high as the guard leans forward in his chair] 

  Dean Winchester : gray hair, wears diapers.

  [He punches the guard who falls backward, out cold. Then he bangs on the door] 

  Sam Winchester : [Steps inside and closes the door]  Eunice Kennedy?

  Dean Winchester : That's the beauty about improv, Sammy. You never know what's gonna come outta your mouth.

• Sam Winchester : [They are both weak, in pain, retching and fighting off unconsciousness as they struggle to move down the hall towards Pestilence]  We must be getting close.

  Dean Winchester : Ya think?

• Dean Winchester : Alright, well. Good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah. Good luck killing Death.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah.

  Sam Winchester : Remember when we used to just... hunt wendigos? How simple things were?

  Dean Winchester : Not really.

• Dean Winchester : We thought you were dead. Where are you?

  Castiel : A hospital.

  Dean Winchester : Are you okay?

  Castiel : No.

  Dean Winchester : [Long silence]  You wanna elaborate?

• Castiel : You could say my batteries are drained.

  Dean Winchester : What, you're out of angel mojo?

  Castiel : I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch.

• Dean Winchester : So, why am I still breathing? Sitting here with you... what do you want?

  Death : [He shows the first spark of emotion]  The leash around my neck, off! Lucifer has me bound to him. Some unseemly little spell. He has me where he wants, when he wants. That's why I couldn't go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up. He's made me his weapon. Hurricanes. Floods. Raising the dead. I'm more powerful than you can process, and I'm enslaved to a bratty child having a tantrum.

  Dean Winchester : And you think... *I* can unbind you?

  Death : There's your ridiculous bravado again. Of course, you can't. But, you can help take the bullets out of Lucifer's gun.

  [Holds up his hand with his ring] 

  Death : I understand you want this.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah.

  Death : I'm inclined to give it to you.

  Dean Winchester : To give it to me.

  Death : That's what I said.

  Dean Winchester : What about... Chicago?

  Death : [pauses as lightning strikes outside]  I suppose it can stay. I like the pizza.

  [He takes off the ring] 

  Death : There are conditions.

  Dean Winchester : Okay. Like?

  Death : You have to do whatever it takes to put Lucifer in his cell.

  Dean Winchester : Of course.

  Death : *Whatever* it takes.

  Dean Winchester : That's the plan.

  Death : No. No plan. Not yet. Your brother? He's the one that can stop Lucifer. The *only* one.

  Dean Winchester : What, you think...

  Death : I know. So I need a promise. You're going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit.

  [He extends the ring to Dean as Dean's face hardens] 

  Death : Well, do I have your word?

  Dean Winchester : [pauses, looking at the ring]  Okay, yeah. Yes.

  [He holds out his hand] 

  Death : [Forcefully]  That better be yes, Dean. You know you can't cheat Death.

  [He drops the ring into Dean's hand]