[Dean doesn't make a habit out of quoting demons, but according to some lady who looks like she belongs on the set of Star Trek, the mansion steals memories. In an attempt to keep them all in his head, he's been wracking his brains for the shit that stands out the most.

Anticipating Hell is one of them.]

I don't really know the specifics. [He answers frankly, picking at some kelp on the floor.] There's some...prophecy about it. "The first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break."

[Clearly Dean does not believe in his supposed "righteousness". ]

I don't even know what that means, man. I don't even know what they're gonna do to me down there, and Cas won't tell me even though he's the one that found me and pulled me out.

[Dean's frustration is evident as he punches the sandy ground at his side.] I mean, is it listening to Mariah Carey on a loop? Is it torture? I deserve to know what the fuck I did, right?

[He looks at Phil imploringly.]