Frank Devereaux: Did I mention you look awful?
Dean Winchester: Yes! Maybe because somebody I cared about just got shot in the head. And this is like- shoving a rock up a hill. And... screw you!
Frank Devereaux: Here's my advice you didn't ask for. Quit.
Dean Winchester: What?
Frank Devereaux: You wanna keep going?
Dean Winchester: [sternly] I want Dick Roman on a spit.
Frank Devereaux: [sarcastically] But you're gonna drive yourself into the ground first. Good plan!
Dean Winchester: [sighs, quietly] I'm not gonna quit. Not even an option. Not gonna walk out on my brother.
Frank Devereaux: Okay, then fine. Do what I did.
Dean Winchester: [sarcastically] Huh! What? Go native? Stock up on C rations?
[Shakes his head, looking away]
Frank Devereaux: No, cupcake.
[quietly now]
Frank Devereaux: What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor.
[Dean looks back at Frank, face sober now]
Frank Devereaux: Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because... you're alive and that's your job. And do it again the next week.
Dean Winchester: [after a pause] So, fake it?
Frank Devereaux: I call it being professional. Do it right. With a smile. Or don't do it.