Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
[Fear and uncertainty in his eyes] What the hell is happening to me, you son of a b*tch?

Crowley:
Liquor before beer? Bad tacos? How should I know?

Dean Winchester:
I can't turn it off! [He can barely stand still] Ever since I killed Abaddon, it's- it's like this whole... other *thing*! I get this high, and I- I- I need to kill. I mean I really, *really* need to kill, and if I don't...

Crowley:
You yack your guts out. [pause] It's the mark.

Dean Winchester:
Meaning?

Crowley:
It wants you to kill. The more you kill, the better you feel. The less you kill, the less better you feel.

Dean Winchester:
How much less better?

Crowley:
One would imagine the least less better.

Dean Winchester:
[quietly] So, dead. [Crowley sort of shrugs and nods. Dean is working hard to focus] Cain had the mark. He didn't die.

Crowley:
Cain was a demon. Your body's not strong enough to contain the blade's power.

Dean Winchester:
[Grabs his right forearm... ] What if I got rid of it?

Crowley:
You *want* to get rid of it?

Dean Winchester:
[pause, struggling inwardly] What I want is Metatron.

Crowley:
Go on.

Dean Winchester:
But, I have to get through that door, and I have to get to the blade. And you're gonna help me.