Children are dying in a small town and Dean gets a second chance to face an evil that he couldn't kill when he was younger.
Sam: What makes you so sure?
Dean: Because I'm the oldest which means I'm always right.
Sam: No, it doesn't.
Dean: It totally does.
Sam: Dude, dude, I'm not using this ID.
Dean: Why not?
Sam: Because it says bikini inspector on it.
Sam: I was sleeping with my peepers open.
Dean: I almost smoked that old gal. It's not funny.
Sam: Ah, man, you should have seen your face, Dean.
Dean: Ah, yeah, laugh it on.
Dean: Well, first of all, I'm not going to open fire in a freaking pediatrics ward.
Sam: Good call.
Dean: Second, it wouldn't have done any good because the bastard's bulletproof unless he's chowing down on something. And third, I wasn't packing which is probably a really good thing because I probably would have burned a clip in him on principle alone.
Sam: Getting wise in your old age, Dean.
Dean: Damn right.
Dean: I'd give anything not to tell you this but sometimes nightmares are real.
Sam: Hey, Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean: For what?
Sam: Hey, you know, I've really given you a lot of crap for always following Dad's orders but I know why you do it.
Dean: Oh, God, kill me now.
Sam: That's not what I meant. I meant Michael. He'll always know there are things out there in the dark, never be the same. You know, sometimes I wish that..
Dean: What?
Sam: I wish that I could have that kind of innocence.
Dean: If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.