Dean: (to Sam as he's dying, seeing the wound) Look at me, Sam. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright?
Sammy? Sam! Listen to me. We're going to patch you up, okay? You'll be as good as new.
I'm gonna take care of you, okay? I'm going to take care of you; I've got you, because that's my job, right?
Watching after my pain in the ass little brother.
(realizes Sam is already dead)
Sam? Sam? Sam?! Sammy?! No. No, no, no, no. Oh no come on. Oh God.
(pulls Sam's body against his and yells)