Supernatural2005

Sam Winchester:
Hey, um. On the subject, there's something I gotta talk to you about.

Dean Winchester:
What?

Sam Winchester:
This thing goes our way, and I triple lindy into that box... you know I'm not comin' back.

Dean Winchester:
Yeah, I'm aware.

Sam Winchester:
So, you gotta promise me something.

Dean Winchester:
Okay. Yeah, anything.

Sam Winchester:
You gotta promise not to try to bring me back.

Dean Winchester:
What? No, I didn't sign up for that.

Sam Winchester:
Dean...

Dean Winchester:
Your hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland! You want me just to sit by and do nothin'?

Sam Winchester:
Once the cage is shut you can't go poking at it, Dean, it's too risky.

Dean Winchester:
No, no, no, no. As if I'm just gonna let you *rot* in there.

Sam Winchester:
[Adamantly] Yeah, you are. You don't have a choice.

Dean Winchester:
You can't ask me to do this.

Sam Winchester:
I'm sorry, Dean. You have to.

Dean Winchester:
So, what am I supposed to do?

Sam Winchester:
You go find Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb enough to take you in. You have barbeques, and... go to football games. You go live some normal, apple pie life, Dean. *Promise* me. [Dean looks at him, but doesn't answer]