Dean: (he walks into the tomb and sees her, sitting on the ground, against a wall. He stands right next to her) “I knew you’d be here.”
Katherine: “You want an award?”
Dean: (he looks at the photo she’s holding in her hands) “Is that your family?”
Katherine: “Why do you even care?”
Dean: “Look, Katherine, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talk to you like that.”
Katherine: “I don’t care about your apology.”
Dean: “Do you miss them?”
Katherine: “What?” (he puts his look on the picture) “Oh… No.”
Dean: “You don’t have to pretend, you know.”
Katherine: “Pretend what?”
Dean: “That you don’t care.”
Katherine: “I don’t… okay, you’re right, are you satisfied now?”
Dean: “Do you think you can forgive me and maybe we can go back to what we have to do?”
Katherine: “I can’t, because there is nothing I have to forgive you for. I mean, you’re right. I’m a monster. I don’t feel anything, I am not able to love anyone, and I enjoy killing people. Worst, I think they are delicious.”
Dean: (he squats in front of her) “Maybe I was wrong, then.”