- Heart Attack Victim: Why?
- Dean Winchester: You think maybe it was the extra cheese?
- Heart Attack Victim: Yeah. It was good, though.
- Dean Winchester: That a local place?
- Tessa: Dean...
- Dean Winchester: Right. Umm, time to go, man. Sorry.
- Heart Attack Victim: Wait. Will you tell me what it all... means?
- Dean Winchester: [thinks for a moment] Everything is dust in the wind.
- Heart Attack Victim: That's it? A Kansas song?
- Tessa: Sorry. He's new.
- Death: This is hard for you, Dean. You throw away your life because you've come to assume that it'll bounce right back into your lap. The human soul is not a rubber ball. It's vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know... and more valuable than you can imagine.
- Tessa: Just so you know, when people die, they might have questions for you. Well, not you, but Death.
- Dean Winchester: You mean, like "How did Betty White outlast me"?
- Dean Winchester: What's the bet?
- Death: Don't roll your eyes, Dean. It's impolite. Now when you fetch my ring, put it on.
- Dean Winchester: What?
- Death: I want you to be me for one day.
- Dean Winchester: Are you serious?
- Death: No, I'm being incredibly sarcastic.
- Tessa: Wow. They'll just let any slack-jawed haircut be Death these days.
- Dean Winchester: Well, you are all charm today, aren't you?
- Tessa: Dean, you have to take her.
- Dean Winchester: Says who?
- Tessa: Death.
- Dean Winchester: I'm Death.
- Tessa: You know what I mean.
- Dean Winchester: Well, who tells him?
- Tessa: I don't know. It just is. It's destiny.
- Dean Winchester: Give me a break. I spent my whole life fighting that crap. There's no such thing as destiny. Just like there was no Apocalypse. Just a bunch of stuck up mooks who didn't want us human slaves asking questions.
- Balthazar: Well, here's one for the list of dumbest things ever. Summon the angel who wants to kill you.
- Sam Winchester: Desperate times. I need your help, Balthazar.
- Balthazar: Interesting. Since last time we met, you wanted to, what was it? Oh yes, yes. "Fry my wings, extra crispy."
- Sam Winchester: Well, that was a misunderstanding.
- Balthazar: Some misunderstanding.
- [Death has proposed building a "wall" in Sam's mind to protect him from memories of being in hell]
- Dean Winchester: Okay, a wall. Sounds good.
- Tessa: But it's not permanent.
- Death: She's right. Nothing lasts forever. Well, I do.
- Death: Today, you got a hard look behind the curtain. Wrecking the natural order is not quite such fun... when you have to mop up the mess. Is it?
- Hilary: I'm dead?
- Dean Winchester: I'm sorry.
- Hilary: But what about my dad?
- Dean Winchester: He'll be fine.
- Hilary: Really?
- Dean Winchester: I have no idea.
- Hilary: I can't just leave him. It's not fair.
- Dean Winchester: I know.
- Hilary: Well, then, why?
- Dean Winchester: Because... there's sort of a natural order to things.
- Hilary: Natural order's stupid.
- Dean Winchester: I agree with you there.
- Gunman: [after he dies] Why?
- Dean Winchester: Mostly because you're a dick. Enjoy the ride down, pal. Trust me, sauna gets hot.
- Bobby Singer: I presume Death's not doing this out of the goodness of his heart. So, what's your half of the deal?
- [Dean is silent]
- Bobby Singer: I'm sorry, I didn't get that.
- Dean Winchester: You've, uh, done this a lot?
- Dr. Robert: Oh, many, many times.
- Dean Winchester: And your success rate?
- Dr. Robert: Oh, excellent. Almost 75 percent.