Supernatural (TV Series)

Sacrifice (2013)

Jensen Ackles: Dean Winchester

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• [Dean puts a free bottle of beer in front of Castiel] 

  Castiel : You really think it's wise to be drinking on the job?

  Dean Winchester : What show *you* been watchin'?

• Crowley : Hello, boys. What's that old expression? "Success has many fathers; failure is a Winchester"? Where's the stone?

  Dean Winchester : You show us yours and we'll show you ours.

  Crowley : Really, Dean? I'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here and you want to talk dangly bits?

• Sam Winchester : [Weakened, pale and sick, barely able to stand. His hand is bleeding from a cut, ready to take the last step of this third trial]  Look at him. Look at him. Look how close we are. Other people will die if I don't finish this!

  Dean Winchester : Think about it. Think about what we know. Huh? Pulling souls from Hell. Curing demons. Hell, ganking a hell hound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But, I can't do it without you.

  Sam Winchester : You can barely do it *with* me. I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?

  Dean Winchester : C'mon, man, that's not what I meant.

  Sam Winchester : No, it's exactly what you meant. Do you wanna know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? Was how many times I let you down. I can't do that again.

  Dean Winchester : Sam...

  Sam Winchester : What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted? Again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel? Another...

  [fighting tears] 

  Sam Winchester : ... another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your *brother*...

  Dean Winchester : Just hold it. Hold on!

  [Desperate to make Sam understand and believe] 

  Dean Winchester : You seriously think that? Because none of it- *none* of it- is true! Listen, man, I know we've had... our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy... C'mon... I killed Benny... to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard, and all the sons o' bitches that killed Mom, *walk* because of you. Don't you *dare*... think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has * never* been like that! *Ever*! I *need* you to see that. I'm beggin' you.

  Sam Winchester : [Shaking, extremely weak]  How do I stop?

  Dean Winchester : [Steps up to Sam, his voice softer]  Just let it go.

  Sam Winchester : I can't. It's in me, Dean. You don't know what this feels like.

  Dean Winchester : Hey, listen.

  [Wrapping a kerchief around Sam's bleeding hand] 

  Dean Winchester : We will figure it out, okay?

  [He gives Sam a smile] 

  Dean Winchester : Just like we always do. C'mon.

  [He grabs Sam in a hug] 

  Dean Winchester : C'mon. Let it go. Okay? Let it go, brother.

  [Sam notices the glow leaving his arms and pulls away to show Dean] 

  Dean Winchester : See?

  [Then Sam collapses, screaming in pain] 

• [last lines] 

  Sam Winchester : What's happening?

  Dean Winchester : Angels. They're falling.

• Kevin Tran : [looking at the Angel Tablet]  Is this a joke?

  Castiel : No. It's the word of God.

  Kevin Tran : What?

  Dean Winchester : It's a tablet. All right? Translate. It's what you do.

  Kevin Tran : [chuckles]  Okay. Um, it's the Angel Tablet, which I've never laid eyes on in my life. You want a translation in like six hours when it took me six months and a dead mom to translate a piece of the Demon Tablet?

  Kevin Tran : [chuckles, pouring a drink]  And according to your own words, this morning, this is not what I do. It's what I *did*. You told me I was out, Dean.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, well...

  Kevin Tran : And if this is going to be the "Guys Like Us are Never Out" speech, save it.

  Castiel : [teleports across the room, grabs Kevin by the collar and pulls him up close to his face, startling Kevin to drop his glass, shattering on the floor]  Dean's right.

  Dean Winchester : Cass!

  Castiel : There is no "out". Only duty.

  Kevin Tran : Get the hell off me!

  Castiel : You are a Prophet of The Lord, always and forever!

  Castiel : [pauses, catches himself]  ... Until the day you cease to exist and then another Prophet takes your place.

  [Dean rolls his eyes on Castiel's obligatory full disclosure] 

  Castiel : [pushes Kevin to the table]  Now, are you clear as to the task before you?

  [Kevin nods] 

  Castiel : Then do it.

  Castiel : [to Dean]  And let's go.

  [with the rustle of angelic wings, Dean and Castiel are gone] 

• Dean Winchester : What's the good Father's playbook say now?

  Sam Winchester : Well, now that we got the consecrated ground, I just, uh... I slip Crowley one dose of blood every hour for eight hours, then seal the deal with a bloody fist sandwich. That should do it.

  Dean Winchester : Okay, the blood's supposed to be purified, isn't it? You ever, uh... you ever done the "Forgive me, Father" before?

  Sam Winchester : Once. When we were kids.

  [a surprised look crosses Dean's face] 

  Sam Winchester : Which is why I have no clue what to say now.

  Dean Winchester : Um, well, I could give you a few suggestions, if you want.

  Sam Winchester : Uh, okay, yeah, sure.

  Dean Winchester : Okay, well. Just spit ballin' here,

  [Hesitating a bit, starts slowly] 

  Dean Winchester : but if I were you... uh... Ruby? Killing Lilith. Letting Lucifer out.

  [Picking up speed now] 

  Dean Winchester : Losing your soul. Not looking for me when I went to Purgatory.

  Sam Winchester : [Sardonically]  Thanks.

  Dean Winchester : [Lifts his hands in a "Don't mind me" gesture]  For starters.

  [Sam grabs his gear and heads to the door] 

  Dean Winchester : Oh, hey, how 'bout, how about what you did to, uh, Penny Markle in the 6th grade?

  [With a smirk on his face] 

  Dean Winchester : Why don't you lead with that?

  Sam Winchester : [Turns to Dean]  Wait, that was you.

  Dean Winchester : [the smirk disappears and he looks away, hardening his voice]  Carry on.

• Dean Winchester : We stop the trials, and you stop the killing.

  Crowley : I want the Demon Tablet -- the whole Demon Tablet.

  Dean Winchester : Fine, but then the Angel Tablet comes to us.

  Crowley : On what grounds

  Dean Winchester : On the grounds that you're a douche bag and no douche bag should have that much power.

• Dean Winchester : Holy crud, this is like the first five minutes of every porno I've ever seen.

• Dean Winchester : I'm down with sending the angels back to Heaven, just 'cause they're dicks. But the Demons? This is on us.

• Dean Winchester : [Giving Kevin a key to the Men of Letter's bunker]  All right, listen, this is a secret lair. You understand me? No keggers.

• Dean Winchester : Oh, come on, Kev! We're on the one-yard line here.

  Kevin Tran : Okay, and I should have mentioned this six months ago, but the sports metaphors -- you want to motivate me, "Magic" cards, "Skyrim," Aziz Ansari.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, I don't know what those words mean.

• Dean Winchester : [At a billboard with a picture of the devil on an ad for "Dave & Paul's Chili Pot Restaurant"]  You hid the Demon Tablet underneath the devil? Seriously?

  Kevin Tran : What? I was delirious.

• Dean Winchester : And the contract?

  [Crowley unfurls a massive scroll] 

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, I'm sure there's no hidden agendas in there.

• Dean Winchester : Demonic handcuffs, jackass. No flicking, no teleporting, no smoking out -- oh, and... no deal. Which pretty much means that you're our bitch.