Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
I gave you a helluva time on this one.

Sam Winchester:
Nah.

Dean Winchester:
No, you were right.

Sam Winchester:
Forget about it.

Dean Winchester:
I can't. I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way out of this. I mean, I'm- I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know. Hell. For real, forever, and uh, uh, I'm just...

Sam Winchester:
[softly] Yeah.

Dean Winchester:
[swallowing hard] I'm scared, Sam. I'm really scared.

Sam Winchester:
I know.

Dean Winchester:
I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, last act of a desperate man.

Sam Winchester:
There's nothing wrong with having hope, Dean.

Dean Winchester:
Ah, hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, ya know? The only person who can get me outta this thing is me.

Sam Winchester:
[after a meaningful look at Dean] And me.

Dean Winchester:
[long silence] And me?

Sam Winchester:
Wh- What?

Dean Winchester:
Deep revelation. Having a real moment here, th- that's what you come back with? And me?

Sam Winchester:
Do you want a poem?

Dean Winchester:
Moment's gone. [turns on TV. They both smile] Unbelievable. [Dean gets them each a beer and they watch TV]