"Okay then. That's what I'll do. I'll tell you a story. Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgment. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves to you. Can you hear them singing? Oh you like to think you're a god. But you're not a god. You're just a parasite. Eat now with jealousy and envy and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. On the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow, so... so come on then. Take mine. Take my memories. But I hope you're got a big a big appetite. Because I've lived a long life. And I've seen a few things. I walked away from the last great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time, no space. Just me! I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman! And I watched universes freeze and creation burn! I have seen things you wouldn't believe! I have lost things you will never understand! And I know things, secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken! Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze! So come on then! Take it! Take it all, baby! Have it! You have it all!"
You... you told me once that you weren't a hero.
Umm, there were times I didn't even think you were human,
but let me tell you this:
you were the best man, an' the most human...
human being that I've ever known, and no-one will ever
convince me that you told me a lie.
There. I was so alone,
and I owe you so much,
but, please, there's just one more thing,
one more thing,
one more miracle, Sherlock, for me.
Don't... be... dead.
Would you, just for me,
just stop it?
Your brother, bless his soul, is summoning me as I speak. Make a deal, bring you back.
It's exactly about what I was talking about, isn't it?
It's all become so... expected.
You have to believe me.
When I suggested you can take on the mark of Cain,
I didn't know this was going to happen.
I mean, I might not have told you the entire truth.
But I never lied.
I never lied, Dean.
But... there is one story about Cain that I might have...
forgotten to tell you.
Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death,
rather than becoming the killer the mark wanted him to be.
So he took his own with the blade.
Except, as rumor has it, the mark never quite let go.
You can understand why I never spoke of this.
Why set hearts aflutter of mere speculation?
It wasn't until you summoned me... no,
it wasn't truly until you left that cheeseburger uneaten... that I began to let myself believe.
Maybe miracles do come true.
Listen to me, Dean Winchester.
What you're feeling right now - it's not death.
It's life - a new kind of life.
Open your eyes, Dean.
See what I see. Feel what I feel.
And let's go take a howl at that moon.