Dean: This is why. [Holds up their dad’s journal] This book. This is Dad’s single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he’s passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off, you know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.
Sam: That makes no sense. Why, why doesn’t he just call us? Why doesn’t he tell us what he wants; tell us where he is?
Dean: I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad’s given us a job to do and I intend to do it.
Sam: Dean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer. It’s the only thing I can think about.
Dean: Ok, alright, Sam, we’ll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You’ve gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul, it’s gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.
Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean: Well, for one… them. [Looks over at Hailey and her brother] I mean, I figure our family’s so screwed to hell; maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little more bearable. I’ll tell you what else helps: Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.”
Sam: I swore I was done hunting for good.
Dean: Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.
Sam: Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.
Dean: Well, what was he supposed to do?
Sam: I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, “Don’t be afraid of the dark.”
Dean: Don’t be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!”
Kevin: You know the Winchesters are up to the third trial? That they’re gonna shut the door on Hell?
Crowley: I’m not worried, kid.
Kevin picks up the demon tablet.
Kevin: You have no idea what’s on this demon tablet. Right, the power you could have gotten with this, if you weren’t running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
Crowley: You think I can’t make you tell?
KEVIN: I know you can’t. And you do too.
CROWLEY: You know what? I’ve already won. I have the angel tablet, you little smudge. And I got deals and plans up the jacksie. [he grabs Kevin by the throat] And I don’t… need… you!
Crowley slams Kevin against the wall and strangles him. Suddenly, Kevin’s eyes start glowing white. Increasingly bright light emanates from him until Crowley is thrown back across the boat, hands and face burned.