Sam: Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?
Dean: "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?


Dean: It’s simple. Black and white. Human or non-human. See, what the doc is, is a freaking monster. I can’t do it. I would rather go to hell.


Dean Winchester: Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.


Rufus Turner: There are things that you don't know about her.
Dean Winchester: Oh and you do? Right, because you know things.
Rufus Turner: Yep.
Dean Winchester: And let me guess, you lift her fingerprint?
Rufus Turner: Yep.
Dean Winchester: And that got you jack.
Rufus Turner: Yep. She burned them off. Probably years ago.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, so you're right where we are.
Rufus Turner: Nope. You do her ear?
Dean Winchester: Sorry?
Rufus Turner: You do her ear?
Dean Winchester: oi man I'll try anything once, but I don't know, that sounds uncomfortable.


Sam Winchester: Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt. That was months ago, she probably sold it the segundo she got it.
Dean Winchester: So then I'll kill her. Win-win.


Doctor: Didn't you read my report?
Dean Winchester: Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting, a real page-turner. Just delightful.
Doctor: You done?
Dean Winchester: I think so.
Doctor: Please, go away.
Dean Winchester: Okay.
Sam Winchester: Sure.


Dean Winchester: [to Bela] I'll see you in Hell.


Dean Winchester: Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know: I felt you hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.
Bela Talbot: You don't understand.
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. Y'see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door, an herb. Devil's Shoestring. Well there's only one use for that.
Pause
Dean Winchester: Holding Hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks obit, turns out they died ten years atrás today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due.


Flashback, young Bela swinging, crying
Crossroad Demon: I can take care of them for you. And it won't even cost you anything for ten whole years.
Her eyes glow red


Dean Winchester: Is that why you roubou the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul?
Bela Talbot: Yes.
Dean Winchester: But stealing the potro, colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing.
Bela Talbot: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam.
Dean Winchester: [sarcastic] Really. Wow. Demons, untrustworthy. Huh. Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too, uh, what time is it? Oh, look at that! Almost midnight.
Bela Talbot: [crying] Dean, listen, I need help.
Dean Winchester: Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.
Bela Talbot: I know I don't deserve it.
Dean Winchester: You know what, you're right. You don't. But you know what the cadela, puta of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the potro, colt and saved you.
Bela Talbot: [still crying] I know, and saved yourself.
Pause
Bela Talbot: I know about your deal, Dean.
Dean Winchester: And who told you that?
Bela Talbot: The demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She says she holds every deal.
Dean Winchester: She?
Bela Talbot: Her name is Lilith.
Dean Winchester: ...Lilith? Why should I believe you?
Bela Talbot: You shouldn't, but it's the truth.
Dean Winchester: This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are you tellin' me this?
Bela Talbot: Because just maybe you can kill the bitch.
Dean Winchester: [long pause] I'll see you in Hell.
He hangs up on her
Dial tone. Bela hangs up as the clock switches to 12:00 midnight. Hellhounds howl in the background. Bela stands to look out window, and there is a crash as the Hellhounds presumably attack and scene fades to black[/i]