Supernatural2005

Bobby Singer:
Well, I guess we can get the van loaded.

[Dean holds up a finger, clears his throat]

Dean Winchester:
I shouldn't have called you an idiot.

Bobby Singer:
[sarcastic] Which time?

Dean Winchester:
I'm sorry. I mean actually I, I get it. Gettin' old ain't a bachelor party. And dealin' with the crap you gotta deal with...

Bobby Singer:
Don't you go on pity patrol.

Dean Winchester:
I'm not. I'm not, I just, I'm sayin' y'know, if I was in your shoes...

Bobby Singer:
You'd *never* stop complaining.

Dean Winchester:
Fair enough.

[pause]

Dean Winchester:
You're not useless, Bobby.

Bobby Singer:
Okay. Good talk.

[makes to roll out the door]

Dean Winchester:
No, wait a minute, listen to me.

[Dean sits down in front of him]

Dean Winchester:
You don't stop bein' a soldier 'cause you got wounded in battle. Okay, no matter what shape you're in, bottom line is, you're *family*. And I don't know if you've noticed, but me an' Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you *dare* think about checkin' out. I don't want to hear that again.

Bobby Singer:
[quietly] Okay.

Dean Winchester:
Okay. Good.

Bobby Singer:
Thanks. Now, we done feelin' our feeling's? 'Cause I'd like to get outta this room before we both start growin' lady parts.

Dean Winchester:
Yeah, we're done. Let's go, Ironsides.

Bobby Singer:
[sarcastic] Oh, *that* one's stickin', huh?

[Dean smiles]