— I'm your brother. I wanna make sure you're okay.
— Dude, I'm okay. I'm okay, okay? The next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me.
— What?
— It's really interesting... this obedience you have to Dad. It's like, "Oh, what would Dad want?" You spent your life slugging it out with that man. You picked a fight with him the last time you saw him. Now that he's dead you wanna make it right? Sorry, but you can't. It's too late.
— Why are you saying this to me?
— I want you to be honest with yourself. I'm dealing with Dad's death. Are you?
— What's going on with everybody?
— I don't know.
— My neighbor… Mr. Rodgers, h-
— You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rodgers?
— Not anymore.
Come on, Dad. You've got to help me. I've got to get better, I've got to get back in there. You haven't called a soul for help, you haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything, aren't you even going to say anything?! I've done everything you've ever asked me, everything. I've given everything I've ever had. Now you're just going to sit there and watch me die? What the hell kind of father are you?!
— What?
— Nothing.
— Dean! What!?
— Dude, you full on had a girl up inside of you for like a week. That's pretty naughty.
— Here. (hands Sam a card) Give them my insurance.
— (sceptically) Elroy McGillicuddy?
— And his two loving sons.
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