Samantha Ferris credited as playing...
Ellen Harvelle
- [Ellen is staying behind with Jo]
- Jo Harvelle: Mom, no.
- Ellen Harvelle: Somebody's gotta let 'em in. Like you said, you're not movin'. You got me, Jo. And you're right. This is important. But I will not leave you here alone.
- Sam Winchester: Dean...
- Ellen Harvelle: Get goin' now boys.
- Dean Winchester: Ellen...
- Ellen Harvelle: I said go. And Dean? Kick it in the ass. Don't miss.
- [they go; Ellen takes the chain off the door, breaks the salt line, preps the bomb]
- Ellen Harvelle: [to Jo] I will always love you, baby. Honey?
- [Jo is dead; Ellen sobs]
- Ellen Harvelle: It's okay, it's okay. That's my good girl.
- [the hellhounds approach, Ellen feels the breath of one on her face]
- Ellen Harvelle: You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch!
- [she presses the button, the building explodes]
- Bobby Singer: Everybody, get in here. It's time for the line-up. Usual suspects, in the corner.
- Ellen Harvelle: Oh come on, Bobby, nobody wants their picture taken.
- Sam Winchester: Hear hear.
- Bobby Singer: Shut up, you're drinkin' my beer. Anyway, I'm gonna need somethin' to remember your sorry asses by.
- Ellen Harvelle: Ha, always good to have an optimist around.
- Castiel: Bobby's right.
- [Dean looks at him]
- Castiel: Tomorrow we hunt the Devil. This is our last night on Earth.
- [the picture snaps]
- Dean Winchester: So now we know where the Devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt.
- Sam Winchester: Yeah. We just have to get past, eight or so Hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight.
- Dean Winchester: And that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell outta town.
- Sam Winchester: Won't be easy.
- Dean Winchester: Stretcher?
- Sam Winchester: I'll see what we got.
- Jo Harvelle: Stop. Guys, stop. Can we uh, be realistic about this please? I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are bein' held in by an Ace bandage. We gotta... we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one, I'm not going anywhere.
- Ellen Harvelle: Joanna Beth, you stop talkin' like that.
- Jo Harvelle: Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I could do something. We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need.
- Sam Winchester: Everything we need?
- Jo Harvelle: To build a bomb, Sam.
- Dean Winchester: No. Jo, no.
- Jo Harvelle: You got another plan? You got *any* other plan? Those are Hellhounds out there Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will *never* stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, make a break for the building next over, and I can wait here with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway.
- Ellen Harvelle: No, I, I won't let you!
- Jo Harvelle: This is why we're here, right? If I could get us a shot on the Devil... Dean we have to take it.
- Ellen Harvelle: No! That's not...
- Jo Harvelle: Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult? You might want to take it?
- Ellen Harvelle: [crying] Well you heard her. Get to work.
- Bobby Singer: Before he went missing, did Cas say how many reapers?
- Dean Winchester: I don't, I don't know, he said a lot of things I guess, I mean does the number matter?
- Bobby Singer: Devil's in the details, Dean.
- [Ellen nudges Dean, he holds out the radio for her]
- Ellen Harvelle: Bobby it's Ellen. The way he was looking, the number of places Castiel's eyes went, I'd say we're talkin' over a dozen reapers, probably more.
- Bobby Singer: I do not like the sound of that.
- Dean Winchester: Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but... what, what does that sound *like*?
- Bobby Singer: It sounds like Death, son. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual. I think he's planning to unleash Death.
- Dean Winchester: You mean like as in, this dude and taxes are the only sure thing?
- Bobby Singer: As in *Death*, the Horseman, the Pale Rider in the flesh.
- Dean Winchester: Unleash, I mean, hasn't Death been trompin' all over the place, I mean hell I've died several times myself!
- Bobby Singer: Not this guy, this is, this is the Angel of Death! Big Daddy Reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was buildin' a boat. That's why the place is crawlin' with reapers. They're waitin' on the big boss to show.