Character: Dean

The father was proud of you. He was just afraid that something will happen away from him. And even after a quarrel he regularly looked to Stanford, was looking for you.
What are you talking about?
- Been watching you, all right.
But what he didn't tell me anything?
- You could dial his number.

He gave it to us. This is his diary. Here everything he knows about the world of evil. So we continued his work. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

You have ruined my children. What if I killed your family? Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah yeah, I killed them too.
- Will you shut up? Funny to hear your Roslavlskoye.
- Funny. But it's only a mask. Because inside you're hurting.
Mask? From what?
Because you fight for your family, but you don't need them as they need you. Sam is clearly John's favorite, and no argument not to change it.
- But you're proud of your kids. Oh yeah, I forgot. I killed them.

You're not my father. He would be angry.
- Give me the colt. What's wrong with you, Dean?
- I know my father. You're not him.
What the hell has gotten into you?
- So I ask.

- The guy I shot.
- You have no choice.
I know, I'm not it. Killing a guy, killing Meg. After all, I didn't hesitate. Goes for you father I'm ready for that. I'm just scared.

Thank you. Take care of yourself.
- Search for his father, and when you find it, come here. More will not shoot.

- I do not know as you accept us.
- Nonsense, your father is in trouble, you need to find it.
- Yes, but during your last meeting you had loaded his gun with buckshot and racked the slide.
- You know, John knows how to win people.

- I hope you guys are ready. Since the war began.
Heh. Well, the family business.

- You sold your soul. Dean, tell the truth.
- ...
- How many do you have?
A year... One year. Don't get angry. I was supposed to. Had to protect you. My job..
- What's my job?
What?
You are saving me, save my life, sacrificing all over again and I wouldn't do the same for you? You're my big brother, for you I will do anything. Why would I not worth it, I won't let you disappear. It's my turn to help you out.

You're an idiot! Soul sold. For Sam, right? How long do you get?
- Bobby...
- How much?!
A year.
What is it with you Winchesters? You, your father, Yes you are itching to disappear into the underworld!
- That's it, dad brought me back, I be here not supposed. And so at least some good will come of it, and life will not be in vain.
What?! And before was in vain? Such you think of yourself? Such you have cockroaches in the head?!
- I couldn't let him die. Could not. He's my brother.
- What's your brother gonna feel knowing that you are in for a hell? What do you feel, after learning about his father?
Don't tell him. With me do what you want, but don't tell him. It is not necessary.

You know, growing up, you were five, you started asking questions "Why do we have mom? Why are we always moving? Where's daddy?". But he's always disappeared for a few days. I remember I begged "don't ask, Sammy, you don't know." I wanted your childhood would have lasted a little longer. I was trying to protect you, to save. Dad to say it was useless. I was watching you, you know? I had a job, this job. And I blew it, botched. Forgive me for this. Probably my destiny to bring the people you love. I failed father, and now it'll fail, right? How so? As I continue to live with it? What do I do now? Sammy, what do I do now? What do I do now?!

Hey, lady, did you miss me?
- What the hell is that?
Is the iPod.
- It was necessary to include it in the order, not to pamyati brains.
- Uh, Dean, I thought of her as his.

He's nearly omnipotent.
- The Almighty?
- Milota-and. ALMOST omnipotent. Castiel died for good. And all because of you.

My name is Dean Winchester. And this big guy is my brother Sam. We kill monsters.
- Monsters?
- Have you ever watched scary movies?
Yeah.
- Something like that.
- So who are you? Some sort of superhero?
- I'm just a guy doing a job.