Awesome Quotes By Dean Winchester(Jensen Ackles) From SUPERNATURAL

"Supernatural: Hell House (#1.17)" (2006) Dean Winchester: [Sam plays a prank on Dean] That's all you got? That's weak! That is bush-league!

Sam Winchester: Truce? Dean Winchester: Yeah, truce. Just for the next 100 miles.

Sam Winchester: I have a confession to make, I was the on that called them and told them I was a Hollywood producer. Dean Winchester: Well I was the one that put the dead fish in their back seat. Sam Winchester: [both laugh] Truce? Dean Winchester: Ok well at least for the next 100 miles.

Sam Winchester: [Dean puts a spoon in Sam's mouth when he's sleeping] Haha. Very funny. Dean Winchester: [laughs] Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda got to make your own.

Dean Winchester: I thought the legend said that Morteki only goes after chicks. Sam Winchester: He does. Dean Winchester: Right well that explains we he went after you but why me? Sam Winchester: Hilarious.

Sam Winchester: Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean! We're not gonna start that crap up again. Dean Winchester: Start what up? Sam Winchester: That... prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates! Dean Winchester: Oh what's the matter Sammy, afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh? Sam Winchester: All right. Just remember you started it.

Dean Winchester: Oh ho, bring it on baldy.

Dean Winchester: [picking up a jar in the Hell House's basement] Hey Sam I dare you to take a swig 'a this. Sam Winchester: The hell would I do that for? [pause] Dean Winchester: [grinning] I double dare you.

Dean Winchester: [Sam laughs] You didn't. Sam Winchester: [laughs] Oh I did!

Dean Winchester: [Sam's talking about some signs on the walls] Exactly why you never get laid.

Dean Winchester: [hand glued to beer bottle] You didn't. Sam Winchester: Oh, I so did.

Dean Winchester: Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them on the pursqueeter.

Dean Winchester: People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas? Sam Winchester: Because you're a bad person.

Dean Winchester: [looking into Ed and Harry's trailer] Oh, look at that. Action figures in their original packaging. What a shocker.

[Dean pulls the string on a novelty toy, making it cackle] Sam Winchester: If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you. [Dean pulls it again, laughs; Sam glares] Dean Winchester: C'mon man, you need more laughter in your life, you know, you're way too tense.

Dean Winchester: I barely have any skin left on my palm. Sam Winchester: I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole.

[after Dean puts itching powder in Sam's shorts] Sam Winchester: Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or somethin'. [Dean laughs and starts to walk away] Sam Winchester: You did this? [Dean laughs again] Sam Winchester: You're a friggin' jerk! Dean Winchester: Oh yeah! [Sam takes his bag and coffee and leaves]

[Dean taps his beer bottle against Sam's and takes a drink; Sam smirks. Dean tries to put the bottle down and finds that it's glued to his hand. Sam laughs] Dean Winchester: You didn't. [Sam holds up a bottle of superglue, grinning] Sam Winchester: Oh, I did.

Sam Winchester: I have a confession to make. Dean Winchester: What's that? Sam Winchester: [about Ed and Harry] I was the one who called them and told 'em I was a producer. Dean Winchester: Well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their backseat.

[Dean and Sam find the Hell House guarded by police] Sam Winchester: I guess the cops don't want any more kids screwin' around in there. Dean Winchester: Yeah, but *we* still gotta get in there. [they hear loud whispering]

Dean Winchester: I don't believe it. [Sam looks and sees Zeddmore and Spengler trying to sneak up on the house] Dean Winchester: I got an idea. [he throws his voice] Dean Winchester: Who ya gonna call? [the cops chase the other two; Sam and Dean sneak into the house]

Dean Winchester: We're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam. Craig Thursten: No way. Heh. Yeah, I'm a writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine. Dean Winchester: [sotto voce] Oh. Well good for you, Morrison.

Sam Winchester: Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not gonna start that crap up again. Dean Winchester: Start what up? Sam Winchester: That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates. Dean Winchester: Aw, what's the matter Sammy, afraid you're get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?

Dean Winchester: I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers, and leave the legend to the locals.

Dean Winchester: I thought the legend says that Mordechai only goes after chicks. Sam Winchester: It does. Dean Winchester: Right. Well, I mean, that explains why he went after you, but why me?

Dean Winchester: Okay, wait a second. You're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real? Sam Winchester: I don't know, maybe. Dean Winchester: People believe in Santa Clause, how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas? Sam Winchester: Because you're a bad person.

Dean Winchester: I barely have enough skin left on my palm. Sam Winchester: I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole.

[Dean and Sam ask the kids about the haunted house] Second Teenage Boy: It was the scariest thing I ever saw in my life, I swear to God! Third Teenage Boy: From the moment we walked in. The walls were painted black. Second Teenage Boy: Red. First Teenage Girl: I think it was blood! Second Teenage Boy: With all these freaky symbols. Third Teenage Boy: Crosses and stars and... Second Teenage Boy: Pentagons... Third Teenage Boy: Pentacostals! First Teenage Girl: Whatever. I had my eyes closed the whole time. Second Teenage Boy: But I can damn sure tell you this much, no matter what anybody else says. First Teenage Girl: That poor girl. Third Teenage Boy: With the black... Second Teenage Boy: Blonde... First Teenage Girl: Red hair, just, just, just hanging there! Second Teenage Boy: Kicking! Third Teenage Boy: Without even moving! First Teenage Girl: She was real! Second Teenage Boy: One hundred percent! Third Teenage Boy: And kinda hot. Well you know, in a *dead* sort of way. Dean Winchester: Okay... Sam Winchester: ...And how did you find out about this place anyway? Second Teenage Boy, Third Teenage Boy, First Teenage Girl: Craig!

Sam Winchester: We're doing an article on local hauntings, and rumor has it you might know about one. Craig Thursten: You mean the Hell House? Dean Winchester: That's the one. Craig Thursten: I didn't think there was anything to the story. Sam Winchester: Why don't you tell us the story? Craig Thursten: Well, supposedly back in the thirties, this farmer, Mordecai Murdoch, used to live in the house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to even feed his own family. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end. Sam Winchester: How? Craig Thursten: Well, he figured, it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death. So he attacked them. And they screamed, and begged for him to stop, but, he just strung 'em up. One after another. And then when he was all finished, he turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever. Stringing up any other girl that goes inside. Dean Winchester: And where'd you hear all this? Craig Thursten: My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from. You gotta realize, I didn't believe this for a second... Sam Winchester: But now you do. Craig Thursten: I don't know what the hell to think, man. Guys, I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house, ever again, okay?

Sam Winchester: Well, I couldn't find a Mordecai, but I did turn up a Mark Murdoch who lived in that house in the thirties. He did have children, but only two of 'em. Both boys. And there's no record he ever killed anyone. Dean Winchester: Huh. Sam Winchester: What about you? Dean Winchester: Ah well, those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl, but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons, it's like she never existed. Dude, come on man, we did our diggin'. This one's a bust. All right? For all we know those Hellhound boys made up the whole thing. Sam Winchester: Yeah, all right.

Dean Winchester: I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals. [he gets in the car; Sam waits, grinning; Dean turns the ignition and music blasts out of the speakers at full volume] Dean Winchester: Whoa! Jeez, what the... [Sam laughs, getting in] Dean Winchester: That's all you got? That's weak. That is bush-league!

Craig Thursten: Guys, I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions, okay? Dean Winchester: Oh don't worry, don't worry, we're just here to buy an album, that's all. [he fishes through the rack, pulls out a record] Dean Winchester: You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was, and then I realized that it doesn't mean *anything*. It's a logo for Blue Oyster Cult. So tell me Craig, you uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people? [he hands Craig the album with the logo on it] Dean Winchester: Now why don't you tell us about that house? Without lyin' through your ass this time. Craig Thursten: [sighing] All right, um. My cousin, Dana, was on break from TCU. And, I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do, so I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it'd be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the walls, some from some albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks, and we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there, so we, we made up some story to go along with that. So, they told people, who told other people... and then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just, took on a life of its own. I mean I, I thought it was funny at first but... now that girl's dead? I mean it was just a joke! You know I mean, none of it was real, we made the whole thing up! I swear! Dean Winchester: All right. [to Sam, as they walk out] Dean Winchester: If none of it was real how the hell do you explain Mordecai?

Dean Winchester: Look, if Mordecai can't leave the house and we can't kill him? We improvise. [he flicks a lighter, tosses it through the door onto the lighter fluid he had spread around; they run as the house goes up in flames] Sam Winchester: That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?

Dean Winchester: Well no one'll go in anymore. I mean look, Mordecai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works. Sam Winchester: Well what if the legend changes again and Mordecai is allowed to leave the house? Dean Winchester: Well then we just have to come back.

"Supernatural: Pilot (#1.1)" (2005) Dean Winchester: We talking, like misdemeanor kind of trouble or "squeal-like-a-pig" trouble?

Dean Winchester: Fake 911 phone call, Sammy, I dunno, that's pretty illegal. Sam Winchester: You're welcome.

Sam Winchester: So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams? Dean Winchester: Yeah, well. Hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards. Sam Winchester: Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time? Dean Winchester: Uh... Burt Aframian... and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.

Dean Winchester: You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are. Sam Winchester: And who's that? Dean Winchester: You're one of us. Sam Winchester: No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life. Dean Winchester: Well, you have a responsibility. Sam Winchester: To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back. Dean Winchester: [slams Sam into bridge] Don't talk about her like that.

Dean Winchester: That Constance chick, what a BITCH.

Dean Winchester: [to Jessica, who's wearing a tight-fitting Smurfs t-shirt] I love the Smurfs.

Dean Winchester: [to Jessica] Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but uh, nice meetin' you. Sam Winchester: No. No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her. Dean Winchester: Okay. Uhm, Dad hasn't been home in a few days. Sam Winchester: So he's working overtime on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later. Dean Winchester: [meaningfully] Dad's on a *hunting* trip... and he hasn't been home in a few days. Sam Winchester: Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.

Sam Winchester: [listening to a message from John] You know there's EVP on that? Dean Winchester: Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it? All right, I slowed the message down, ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss and this is what I got. [he plays another recording] The Woman in White: [ghostly whisper] I can never... go... home... Sam Winchester: Never go home...

Sam Winchester: Hey Dean... what I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry... Dean Winchester: [raises hand to stop Sam] No chick flick moments. Sam Winchester: Alright... jerk. Dean Winchester: Bitch.

Dean Winchester: Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done? Sam Winchester: No. And she's not ever *going* to know. Dean Winchester: Well that's healthy!

Sam Winchester: Dean, what the hell are you doing here? Dean Winchester: I *was* looking for a beer. Sam Winchester: What the *hell* are you doing here? Sam Winchester: Okay, all right. We gotta talk. Sam Winchester: Ah... the *phone*? Dean Winchester: If I'da called you would you have picked up?

Dean Winchester: So, what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it? Sam Winchester: No, not normal. Safe.

Jessica: Just, let me put something on. Dean Winchester: No, no, no... I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.

Sam Winchester: I swear man, you *gotta* update your cassette tape collection. Dean Winchester: Why? Sam Winchester: Well for one, they're *cassette tapes*. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock. Dean Winchester: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. Sam Winchester: Y'know, "Sammy" is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam okay. Dean Winchester: Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud.

[Dean drags himself from the river] Sam Winchester: Dean, hey are you all right? Dean Winchester: I'm super.

Sam Winchester: [answers phone] What? Dean Winchester: Dude. Five-O. Take off.

Sam Winchester: When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45! Dean Winchester: Well, what was he supposed to do? Sam Winchester: I was *nine* years old! He was supposed to say "don't be afraid of the dark!" Dean Winchester: Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you, kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there!

Sam Winchester: Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself? Dean Winchester: I'm 26, dude.

Sam Winchester: So what's the theory? Deputy: Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring. Dean Winchester: Well, that is exactly the kinda crack police work I'd expect outta you guys.

Sheriff: Can I help you, boys? Dean Winchester: No, sir, we were just leaving. [two FBI agents walk past them] Dean Winchester: Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.

Dean Winchester: You're such a control freak!

Sheriff: So, you want to give us your real name? Dean Winchester: I told you it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.

Sheriff: Boy, you are officially a suspect. Dean Winchester: That makes sense, 'cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was three.

Dean Winchester: Nice work, Sammy.

Sam Winchester: Yeah, wish I could say the same thing about you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak! Dean Winchester: Hey, saved your ass!

Deputy: So, fake US Marshall, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real? Dean Winchester: My boobs... Deputy: [slamming Dean on the hood of his car] You have the right to remain silent...

Deputy: You two are a little young for Marshals, aren't you? Dean Winchester: Thanks, that's awfully kind of you.

Dean Winchester: Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you. [Sam stands on Dean's foot, then they walk away] Dean Winchester: Son of a... Sam Winchester: [Dean smacks Sam over the head] Ow, what was that? Dean Winchester: Why you got to step on my foot? Sam Winchester: Why you got to talk to police like that?

Dean Winchester: I'll tell you another thing if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you.

Dean Winchester: Sam, you know we made a hell of a team back there. Sam Winchester: Yea.

"Supernatural: Shadow (#1.16)" (2006) Dean Winchester: I talked to the bartender. Sam Winchester: You get anything? Besides her number? Dean Winchester: Dude. I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that. [pause, Sam gives Dean a look]

Dean Winchester: All right, yeah. [he holds up a napkin with the number] Sam Winchester: You mind doin' a little bit of thinkin' with your upstairs brain, Dean?

Dean Winchester: [about Meg] Who the hell was she? Sam Winchester: I don't really know. I only met her once. Meetin' up with her again... I dunno man, it's weird. Dean Winchester: And what was she sayin'? Huh, I treat you like luggage? What were you, bitchin' about me to some chick? Sam Winchester: Look I'm sorry Dean, it was when we had that huge fight, when I was at that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen... Dean Winchester: [interrupting, upset] Well is there any truth to what she's sayin', I mean am I keepin' you against your will, Sam? Sam Winchester: No, of course not, now would you *listen*? Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: I think there's something strange going on here, Dean. Dean Winchester: Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me. Sam Winchester: No, man, I mean like *our* kind of strange.

Dean Winchester: Why don't you knock on her door and invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do.

Dean Winchester: [On the phone] Now why don't you give that girl a private stripper-gram. Sam Winchester: Bite me. Dean Winchester: Bite her! Don't leave teeth marks though, just enough to... [Sam disconnects phone] Dean Winchester: Sam? Ye... [hangs up]

Dean Winchester: Ahem! Meg: Dude, cover your mouth.

Sam Winchester: [about Meg] Look, I could be wrong; I'm just sayin', that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on. Dean Winchester: But I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you got a thing for her, huh? Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester: Dude, I gotta talk to you.

Sam Winchester: What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school, just... be a *person* again. Dean Winchester: [surprised] You wanna go back to school? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Once we're done huntin' the thing. Dean Winchester: Huh. Sam Winchester: Why, is there somethin' wrong with that? Dean Winchester: [unenthusiastic] No, no it's uh, it's great, good for you.

Meg: Guys. Hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think? Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Well that didn't work out like I'd planned.

Dean Winchester: Hey Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend? Is a bitch.

Dean Winchester: Hey Sam? Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?

Sam Winchester: [on cell] Hey. Dean Winchester: Let me guess, you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you? Sam Winchester: No.

[pause] Sam Winchester: Yes... Dean Winchester: You got a funny way of showing your affection.

Sam Winchester: I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over? Dean Winchester: It's never gonna *be* over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt. Sam Winchester: But there's gotta be somethin' that you want for yourself... Dean Winchester: Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam. [turns his back to Sam] Sam Winchester: Dude, what's your problem? [pause; Dean turns back to Sam] Dean Winchester: Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place? Sam Winchester: 'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom. Dean Winchester: Yes, that, but it's more than that, man. You and me and Dad, I mean, I want us to... I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again. Sam Winchester: [gently] Dean, we *are* a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before. [Dean looks heartbroken] Dean Winchester: Could be. Sam Winchester: I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way. [they share a look]

Dean Winchester: You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already? Meg: Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn't for you. Sam Winchester: Dad. It's a trap for Dad. Dean Winchester: Oh, sweetheart. You're dumber 'n you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into somethin' like this, he's too good.

Landlady: You guys said you're with the alarm company? Dean Winchester: That's right. Landlady: Well no offense, but, your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man.

[Dean and Sam are dressed as alarm company technicians] Dean Winchester: You know I gotta say, Dad and me did just fine without these *stupid* costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork. What was that play that you did, that, what was it, uh, Our Town. Yeah, you were good. It was cute. Sam Winchester: Look, you wanna pull this off or not? Dean Winchester: I'm just sayin' these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay? Sam Winchester: Whose? Dean Winchester: Ours! You think credit card fraud's easy?

Dean Winchester: [about the murdered girl] Meredith's heart was missing. Sam Winchester: Her heart? Dean Winchester: Yeah, her heart. Sam Winchester: So what do you think did it to her? Dean Winchester: The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf? Sam Winchester: No, not a werewolf, the lunar cycle's not right. Plus if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit. [Dean notices the pattern of blood on the floor] Dean Winchester: See if you can find any masking tape around. [Dean uses the masking tape to connect the blood spatters] Sam Winchester: Ever see that symbol before? Dean Winchester: Never. Sam Winchester: Me neither.

Sam Winchester: [on cell] What about the symbol, any luck?

Dean Winchester: Yeah, that I did have some luck with, it's uh, turns out it's Zoroastrian. Very very old-school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Deva. Sam Winchester: What's a Deva? Dean Winchester: Translates to demon of darkness. Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, they're animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes, kinda like uh, demonic pit bulls. Sam Winchester: How'd you figure that out? Dean Winchester: Gimme some credit man. You don't have the corner on paper chasin' around here. Sam Winchester: Oh yeah? Name the last book you read. [pause] Dean Winchester: Yeah, I called Dad's friend Caleb, he told me, all right?

Dean Winchester: Anyway here's the thing, these Devas, they need to be summoned. Conjured. Sam Winchester: So someone's controlling it. Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's what I'm sayin'. And uh, from what I gather it's pretty risky business too, I mean these uh, these suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds 'em. And the uh, the arms, and the torsos... Sam Winchester: So what do they look like? Dean Winchester: Well nobody knows, I mean nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millenia. And summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. Think we got a major player in town.

Dean Winchester: So hot little Meg is summoning the Deva. Sam Winchester: Looks like she was usin' that black altar to control the thing. Dean Winchester: So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl. [he laughs, Sam rolls his eyes] Dean Winchester: Now what's the deal with that bowl again? Sam Winchester: She was talking into it, the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails, she was communicating with someone. Dean Winchester: With who, with the Deva? Sam Winchester: No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's givin' her orders. Someone, who's comin' to that warehouse.

[pause, Dean goes and looks in a folder] Dean Winchester: Holy crap. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: What I was gonna tell you earlier. I uh, I pulled a favor with my uh, friend, Amy, over at the police department? The complete records of the two victims. We missed somethin' the first time. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: The uh, first victim, the old man? Spent his whole life in Chicago but he wasn't born here, look where he was born. Sam Winchester: [reading] Lawrence Kansas. Dean Winchester: [changing folders] Mm-hm. Meredith, second victim? Turns out she was adopted. Guess where she's from? [Sam reads the file; it says Lawrence Kansas] Sam Winchester: Holy crap.

[Dean and Sam see someone standing in shadow at their window] Dean Winchester: Hey! [the figure turns around and comes into the light] Dean Winchester: Dad... John Winchester: [smiling] Hey, boys.

Dean Winchester: Dad it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry. John Winchester: It's all right. I thought it might've been. Dean Winchester: Were you there? John Winchester: Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan-dive. She *was* the bad guy, right? Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Yes sir. John Winchester: Good. Well, doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before. Sam Winchester: The demon has?

John Winchester: It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it. Dean Winchester: How? John Winchester: I'm workin' on that.

Sam Winchester: All right come on. We don't have much time. Soon as the flame's out, they'll be back. Dean Winchester: Sam wait, wait! Sam, wait. Dad, you can't come with us. Sam Winchester: What? What're you talkin' about? John Winchester: You boys, you're beat to hell. Dean Winchester: We'll be all right. Sam Winchester: Dean! We should stick together! We'll go after this demon t... Dean Winchester: Sam, listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand, they're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again, they're gonna use us to get to him! I mean Meg was right! Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He... he's stronger without us around. Sam Winchester: [to John] Dad. No. After everything. After all the time we spent lookin' for you, please. I gotta be a part of this fight. John Winchester: This fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now you gotta trust me, son. Okay? You gotta let me go. [pause; Sam reluctantly nods] John Winchester: Be careful, boys.

"Supernatural: Faith (#1.12)" (2006) Sam Winchester: What the hell are you doin' here? Dean Winchester: Checked myself out. Sam Winchester: Are you crazy? Dean Winchester: Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.

Dean Winchester: God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work.

Dean Winchester: You ever actually watch daytime TV? It's terrible. Sam Winchester: I talked to your doctor... Dean Winchester: That fabric softener teddy bear... oooh, I'm 'a hunt that little bitch down.

Dean Winchester: I know it's not easy but I'm gonna die and you can't stop it. Sam Winchester: Watch me.

Officer: We catch you around here again, son, we'll put the fear 'a god in you, understand? Dean Winchester: Yes sir, fear of God, got it.

Sam Winchester: You know this whole' I laugh in the face of death' thing? It's crap. I can see right through it. Dean Winchester: Yeah, whatever dude.

Dean Winchester: You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you? Sam Winchester: I'm not gonna let you die. Period.

Dean Winchester: Man, you're a lying bastard! Thought you said we were going to see a doctor. Sam Winchester: I believe I said a specialist. Look Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal. Dean Winchester: I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent!

Sam Winchester: But if there was something there Dean, I would have seen it too. I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot lately. Dean Winchester: Oh, excuse me, psychic wonder!

Sam Winchester: But you said you saw a dude in a suit. Dean Winchester: Oh, what? You thought he should have been working the whole black robe thing?

Dean Winchester: All right, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me. Sam Winchester: What are you talkin' about, I'm not gonna leave you here. Dean Winchester: Hey. You better take care of that car. Or I swear I'll haunt your ass. Sam Winchester: I don't think that's funny. Dean Winchester: Ah c'mon, it's a little funny. [pause] Dean Winchester: Look Sammy, what can I say man, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story. Sam Winchester: Don't talk like that, all right? We still have options. Dean Winchester: What options? You got burial or cremation. I know it's not easy, but I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it. Sam Winchester: Watch me.

Religious woman: Reverend LeGrange is a great man. Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's nice.

Dean Winchester: Hey, um, you know I'm not much of a praying type but I'm gonna pray for you. Layla Rourke: Well, there's a miracle right there.

[as Dean fishes tasers out of the trunk] Sam Winchester: What do you got those amped up to? Dean Winchester: 100,000 volts. Sam Winchester: Damn. Dean Winchester: Yeah, I want this Rawhead extra freakin' crispy. Now remember you only get one shot with these things, so make it count.

Dean Winchester: Come on Sam, a faith healer? Sam Winchester: Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean. Dean Winchester: You know what I got faith in? Reality. Knowin' what's really goin' on.

Sam Winchester: How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see every day? Dean Winchester: Exactly, we see them! We know they're real! Sam Winchester: But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there too? Dean Winchester: Because I've seen what evil does to good people!

Rev. Roy Le Grange: It is the Lord who does the healin' here, friends. The Lord, who guides me in choosin' who to heal, by helpin' me see into people's hearts. Dean Winchester: [under his breath] Yeah, or into their wallets. Rev. Roy Le Grange: You think so, young man? [uncomfortable silence] Dean Winchester: Sorry. Rev. Roy Le Grange: No no, don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we got real sharp ears. What's your name, son? Dean Winchester: [clears his throat] Dean. Rev. Roy Le Grange: [nodding thoughtfully] Dean. I want... I want you to come up here with me. Dean Winchester: No. Nah, it's okay. Sam Winchester: What're you doing? Rev. Roy Le Grange: You've come here to be healed, haven't you? Dean Winchester: Well yeah, but uh, maybe you should just pick someone else. Dean Winchester: Oh no, I didn't, I didn't pick you Dean, the Lord did. Sam Winchester: Get up there! [Dean reluctantly stands and goes to the stage, the crowd applauds] Rev. Roy Le Grange: You ready? Dean Winchester: Yeah look, no disrespect, but uh, I'm not exactly a believer. Rev. Roy Le Grange: You will be son. You will be. Pray with me, friends. [the crowd falls silent, praying; the reverend lays his hand on Dean] Rev. Roy Le Grange: All right now. All right now... [Dean sinks to his knees and faints]

Sam Winchester: [running up] Dean! [Dean jerks awake] Sam Winchester: Say somethin'! [Dean sees a gray old man in a suit appear, then turn and vanish]

Dean Winchester: Can I ask you one last question? Rev. Roy Le Grange: 'Course you can. Dean Winchester: Why? Why me? Out of all those sick people why save me? Rev. Roy Le Grange: Well like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart and you just... stood out from all the rest. Dean Winchester: What did you see in my heart? Rev. Roy Le Grange: A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished.

Sue Ann Grange: Layla. Layla Rourke: Yes. I'm here again. Sue Ann Grange: Oh, I'm sorry, but Roy's resting, he won't be seeing anyone else right now, honey. Mrs. Rourke: Sue Ann, please! This is our sixth time, he's got to see us! Sue Ann Grange: Roy's well aware of Layla's situation, and he very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows. Have faith, Mrs. Rourke. [she goes back inside, Mrs. Rourke turns on Dean] Mrs. Rourke: [angry] Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted! Layla Rourke: Mom, stop. Mrs. Rourke: No Layla, this is too much! We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you... Strangers who don't even believe! I just can't pray any harder. Dean Winchester: Layla what's wrong? Layla Rourke: I have this thing... Mrs. Rourke: It's a brain tumor. It's inoperable. In six months, the doctors say... Dean Winchester: I'm sorry. Layla Rourke: It's okay.

Mrs. Rourke: No. It isn't. [to Dean] Mrs. Rourke: Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?

Dean Winchester: What'd you find out? Sam Winchester: [quietly] I'm sorry. Dean Winchester: Sorry 'bout what? Sam Winchester: Marshall Hall... died at 4:17. Dean Winchester: The exact time I was healed. Sam Winchester: Yeah.

Sam Winchester: So, I put together a list: everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I cross-checked 'em with the local obits. Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom Le Grange was healing at the time. [cut to a woman jogging in the woods] Dean Winchester: [voiceover] Someone's healed of cancer, someone else *dies* of cancer? Sam Winchester: [voiceover] Somehow, Le Grange is trading a life for another. Jogger: Hello? [cut back to Dean and Sam] Dean Winchester: Wait wait wait. So, Marshall Hall *died* to save me? Sam Winchester: Dean. The guy probably would have died anyway. And someone else would've been healed. Dean Winchester: [angry] You never should have brought me here. Sam Winchester: Dean, I was just trying to save your life. Dean Winchester: But Sam, some guy is dead now because of me! Sam Winchester: I didn't know. [cut to Le Grange about to heal an old man] Rev. Roy Le Grange: Pray with me, friends.

Sam Winchester: [voiceover] The thing I don't understand, is how is Roy doing it? How, how is he trading a life for a life? [cut to Dean] Dean Winchester: Oh he's not doin' it. [cut to the jogger] Dean Winchester: Something else is doing it for him. Sam Winchester: What do you mean? Dean Winchester: The old man I saw onstage. [the jogger turns around and sees the gray man; cut back to Dean and Sam] Dean Winchester: I didn't want to believe it, but deep down, I knew it. Sam Winchester: You knew what? What're you talkin' about? Dean Winchester: There's only one thing that can give and take life like that. We're dealin' with a reaper. [cut to the jogger running for her life; the reaper takes her]

Sam Winchester: You really think it's *the* Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal? Dean Winchester: No no no, not *the* reaper, *a* reaper. There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth, they go by a hundred different names. It's possible that there's more than one of 'em. Sam Winchester: But you said you saw a dude in a suit. Dean Winchester: Well what, you think he should 'a been workin' the whole black robe thing? You said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see 'em when they're comin' at you, which is why I could see it and you couldn't. Sam Winchester: Maybe. Dean Winchester: There's nothin' else it could be, Sam! The question is, how's Roy controlling the damn thing? Sam Winchester: That cross. Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: There was this cross, I, I noticed it in the church tent, I knew I'd seen it before. Here.

[hands Dean a card] Dean Winchester: A tarot? Sam Winchester: It makes sense. I mean, tarot dates back to the early Christian era, right, when some priests were still using magic? And a few of them veered into the dark stuff, necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it? Dean Winchester: So Roy is using black magic to bind the reaper. Sam Winchester: If he is, he's, he's ridin' the whirlwind, it's like puttin' a dog leash on a great white.

Dean Winchester: Okay then, we stop Roy. Sam Winchester: How? Dean Winchester: You know how. Sam Winchester: Wait, what the hell are you talkin' about Dean, we can't *kill* Roy. Dean Winchester: Sam the guy's playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies, that's a monster in my book! Sam Winchester: No, we're not gonna kill a human being, Dean! We do that, we're no better than he is. Dean Winchester: Okay, so we can't kill Roy, we can't kill *death*. Any bright ideas, college boy? Sam Winchester: Okay, uh, if Roy's using some kinda black spell on the reaper, we gotta figure out what it is. And how to break it.

"Supernatural: Scarecrow (#1.11)" (2006) Sam Winchester: So Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes? Dean Winchester: Yahtzee!

Dean Winchester: Hi, my name is John Bonham. Scotty: Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin? Dean Winchester: Wow. Good. Classic rock fan.

Sam Winchester: [on cell] The scarecrow climbed off its cross?

Dean Winchester: Yeah I'm tellin' you. Burkettsville Indiana. Fun little town. Sam Winchester: It didn't kill the couple, did it? Dean Winchester: No. No, I *can* cope without you, you know. Sam Winchester: So something must be animating it. A spirit. Dean Winchester: No, it's more than a spirit. It's a god. A pagan god, anyway. Sam Winchester: What makes you say that? Dean Winchester: The annual cycle of its killings, and the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman, like some kind of fertility rite. And you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattening 'em up like a Christmas turkey. Sam Winchester: The last meal. Given to sacrificial victims. Dean Winchester: Yeah, I'm thinkin' a ritual sacrifice to appease some pagan god. Sam Winchester: So a god possesses a scarecrow... Dean Winchester: ...The scarecrow takes its sacrifice, and for another year the crops won't wilt and disease won't spread. Sam Winchester: You know which god you're dealin' with? Dean Winchester: No, not yet. Sam Winchester: Well, you figure out what it is, you can figure out a way to kill it. Dean Winchester: I'm actually on my way to a local community college. I've got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don't have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research.

Dean Winchester: [to the scarecrow] Dude, you fugly.

[to scarecrow] Dean Winchester: Nice tatt.

[Dean and Emily are imprisoned in a cellar] Emily: I don't understand. They're gonna kill us? Dean Winchester: Sacrifice us. Which is... I don't know, classier I guess. You really didn't know anything about this, did you?

Emily: About what? The scarecrow god? I can't believe this. Dean Winchester: Well, you better start believing, 'cause I'm gonna need your help. Emily: Okay. Dean Winchester: Now. We can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree. Emily: What tree? Dean Winchester: Well, maybe you can help me with that. It would be really old. The locals would treat it with a lot of respect. You know, like it was sacred. Emily: There's this one apple tree. The immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree.

[Dean and Emily are tied up in the apple orchard to be sacrificed] Dean Winchester: How many people have you killed, sheriff? How much blood is on your hands? Sheriff: We don't kill them. Dean Winchester: No, but you sure cover up after. I mean how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried? Emily: [crying, frightened] Uncle Harley, please. Harley Jorgeson: [grieved] I am so sorry, Em. I wish it wasn't you. Stacey Jorgeson: Try to understand. It's our responsibility. And there's just no other choice. There's nobody else but you. Emily: I'm your family! Stacey Jorgeson: Sweetheart. That's what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love, for the greater good. The town needs to be saved. The good of the many, outweighs the good of the one. [they leave] Dean Winchester: I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!

[Sam finds Dean and Emily tied up in the orchard] Dean Winchester: [relieved] Oh, I take everything back I said. I'm so happy to see you! C'mon. [Sam starts untying him] Dean Winchester: How'd you get here?

Sam Winchester: I uh... stole a car. Dean Winchester: Ha-ha-ha! That's my boy! Keep an eye on that scarecrow. It could come alive any minute. Sam Winchester: [looking] What scarecrow? [Dean gets up and looks; the scarecrow is gone]

Sam Winchester: [On the phone] You know, if you're hinting you need my help, just ask. Dean Winchester: I'm not hinting anything. Actually, uh... I want you to know... I mean, don't think... Sam Winchester: Yeah. I'm sorry too. Dean Winchester: Sam. You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life. Sam Winchester: You serious? Dean Winchester: You've always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I... Anyway, I admire that about you. I'm proud of you, Sammy. Sam Winchester: I don't even know what to say. Dean Winchester: Say you'll take care of yourself. Sam Winchester: I will. Dean Winchester: Call me when you find Dad. Sam Winchester: [sadly] Ok. Bye, Dean. [They hang up. Meg wakes up and sits next to Sam] Meg: Who was that? Sam Winchester: My brother. Meg: What'd he say? Sam Winchester: Goodbye.

Emily: [Emily and Dean are tied to trees to be sacrificed to the scarecrow] So, what's the plan? Dean Winchester: I'm workin' on it. [Hours later] Emily: You don't have a plan do you?

Dean Winchester: I'm workin' on it!

Dean Winchester: Dude, you fugly.

Dean Winchester: So, can I drop you off somewhere? Sam Winchester: Nah, I think you're stuck with me. Dean Winchester: What made you change your mind? Sam Winchester: I didn't. I still want to find Dad... and you're still a pain in the ass. But Jess and Mom... they're both gone. Dad is God knows where. You and me, we're all that's left. So, uh, if we're gonna see this through, we're gonna do it together. Dean Winchester: Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.

Sam Winchester: [on cell] Dad, where are you? John Winchester: Sorry kiddo, I can't tell you that. Sam Winchester: What? Why not? Dean Winchester: Is that Dad? John Winchester: Look, I know this is hard for you to understand, you just, you're gonna have to trust me on this. Sam Winchester: You're after it aren't you? The thing that killed Mom. John Winchester: Yeah. It's a demon, Sam. Sam Winchester: A demon? You know for sure? Dean Winchester: A demon, what's he sayin'? John Winchester: I do. Listen Sammy, I uh, I also know what happened to your girlfriend. I'm so sorry. I would've done anything to protect you from that.

John Winchester: I think I'm finally closing in on it. Sam Winchester: Let us help. John Winchester: You can't. You can't be any part of it. Sam Winchester: Why not?

Dean Winchester: [holding out a hand] Gimme the phone. John Winchester: Listen Sammy, that's why I'm callin'. You and your brother, you gotta stop lookin' for me. All right, now I need you to write down these names. Sam Winchester: Names? What names? Dad, what... talk to me, tell me what's going on! John Winchester: Look, we don't have time for this! This is bigger than you think, they're everywhere. Even us talking right now, it's, it's not safe. Sam Winchester: No! All right? No way! Dean Winchester: Gimme the phone! John Winchester: I've given you an order. Now you stop following me, and you do your job. You understand me? Now take down these names. Dean Winchester: [snatching the phone] Dad! It's me, where are you? [he listens] Dean Winchester: Yes sir. Uh. Yeah, I got a pen. What're the names?

Sam Winchester: All right, so the names Dad gave us, they're all couples? Dean Winchester: Three different couples, all went missing. Sam Winchester: And they're all from different towns, different states? Dean Winchester: That's right, yeah, Washington, New York, Colorado. Each couple took a road trip cross country, none of 'em arrived at their destination, none of 'em were ever heard from again. Sam Winchester: Well it's a big country Dean, they could've disappeared anywhere. Dean Winchester: Yeah, could've, but each one's route took 'em through the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April, one year after another after another. Sam Winchester: This is the second week of April. Dean Winchester: Yep. Sam Winchester: So Dad is sending us to Indiana, to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes? Dean Winchester: Yahtzee.

Sam Winchester: We're not goin' to Indiana. Dean Winchester: We're not?

Sam Winchester: No. We're going to California. Dad called from a payphone. With a Sacramento area code. Dean Winchester: Sam... Sam Winchester: Dean, if this demon killed Mom and Jess and Dad's closing in, we gotta be there. We gotta help! Dean Winchester: Dad doesn't want our help! Sam Winchester: Well I don't care! Dean Winchester: He's given us an order! Sam Winchester: I *don't care*! We don't always have to do what he says! Dean Winchester: Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to *save lives*, it's important! Sam Winchester: All right, I understand, believe me, I understand, but I'm talking one week, here, man, to get answers. To get revenge! Dean Winchester: All right, look, I know how you feel... Sam Winchester: Do you? [laughs slightly] Sam Winchester: How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jess died, *six months ago*. How the hell would you know how I feel?

Dean Winchester: Dad said it wasn't safe. For any of us. I mean, he obviously knows somethin' that we don't, so if he says to stay away, we stay away! Sam Winchester: I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it's like you don't even question him! Dean Winchester: Yeah, it's called being a good son!

Dean Winchester: So, did you grow up here? Emily: Came here when I was thirteen. I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in. Dean Winchester: Are they nice people? Emily: Everybody's nice here. Dean Winchester: So what, it's the uh, perfect little town?

Emily: Well you know, it's the boonies, but I love it. I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here... it's almost like we're blessed.

College Professor: I'm afraid Indiana isn't really known for its pagan worship. Dean Winchester: Well what if it was imported? You know, like the Pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn't a lot of this area settled by immigrants? College Professor: Yeah. Dean Winchester: Like that town near here, Burkettsville. Where're their ancestors from? College Professor: Ah, Northern Europe I believe, Scandinavia. Dean Winchester: Well what could you tell me about those pagan gods? College Professor: Well there are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses. Dean Winchester: I'm actually lookin' for one. Might live in an orchard. College Professor: [looking in a book] A woods god, hm? Well, let's see. [flips through the book, Dean sees a picture that resembles the scarecrow] Dean Winchester: Wait, wait, what's that one? College Professor: Well, that's not a woods god, per se. Dean Winchester: [reads] The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping local settlements safe from harm. The villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields, other villages practiced human sacrifice, one male, and one female. [about the picture] Dean Winchester: Kinda looks like a scarecrow, huh? College Professor: Well, I suppose. Dean Winchester: This particular Vanir, its energy sprung from a sacred tree? College Professor: Well, pagans believed all kinds of things were infused with magic. Dean Winchester: So what would happen if this sacred tree was torched? You think it'd kill the god? College Professor: [laughs] Son, these are just legends we're discussing. Dean Winchester: Oh, of course. Yeah, you're right. Listen, thank you, very much.

[Sam, Dean and Emily prepare to burn the sacred tree and destroy the scarecrow god]

Emily: Let me. [she takes the torch from Dean] Dean Winchester: You know the whole town's gonna die. Emily: Good. [she throws the torch, the tree goes up in flames]

Dean Winchester: How did you get here? Sam Winchester: I... stole a car. Dean Winchester: Ha ha! That's my boy!

"Supernatural: Wendigo (#1.2)" (2005) Roy: You're rangers? Dean Winchester: That's right. Haley Collins: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans? Dean Winchester: Oh sweetheart, I don't do shorts.

Dean Winchester: So, Roy, you said you've done a little hunting? Roy: Yeah, more than a little. Dean Winchester: Uh huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt? Roy: Mostly buck, sometimes bear. Dean Winchester: Tell me, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?

Dean Winchester: Man, I hate camping. Sam Winchester: Me too.

Dean Winchester: You okay? Sam Winchester: Yeah, I'm fine.

Dean Winchester: Another nightmare? [Sam clears his throat but doesn't answer] Dean Winchester: You wanna drive for a while? [Sam laughs, incredulous] Sam Winchester: Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.

Sam Winchester: How do you do it? How does Dad do it? Dean Winchester: Well for one, them. I mean, our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable. And I tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons-of-bitches as I possibly can.

Dean Winchester: Since when are you all shoot first, ask questions later, anyway? Sam Winchester: Since now.

Dean Winchester: What are we going to tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?

Sam Winchester: Why are we still even here? Dean Winchester: [pulls out John's journal] This is why. This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.

Dean Winchester: You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours? Sam Winchester: Dean... Dean Winchester: No you're not fine. You're like a powder keg man it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?

Sam Winchester: I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.

Dean Winchester: Ok, all right, Sam. We'll find them, I promise. Listen to me, you've gotta prepare yourself. I mean this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul, it's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.

Dean Winchester: [to Wendigo] Hey, you want some white meat, bitch? I'm right here!

Dean Winchester: Guns are useless, so are knives. Basically we gotta torch the sucker.

Haley Collins: How do you know about this stuff? Dean Winchester: It kinda runs in the family.

Dean Winchester: But the way I see it, Dad's given us a job to do and I intend to do it.

Dean Winchester: Dude, check out the size of this friggin' bear.

Sam Winchester: So, we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, wanna kill this evil son of a bitch. Dean Winchester: Well, hell you know I'm in!

Haley Collins: Why didn't you just tell me that from the start? Dean Winchester: I'm telling you now. Besides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. Ever. So we okay? Haley Collins: Yeah, okay. Dean Winchester: And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions? [pulls out a huge bag of M&Ms and starts eating as he walks away]

Dean Winchester: You know we're going to find him, right? Sam Winchester: Yeah. But, in the meantime, I'm driving.

Sam Winchester: You think Dad was texting us? Dean Winchester: He's given us co-ordinates before. Sam Winchester: The man can barely work a toaster, Dean.

Dean Winchester: Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors if they want inside, they just go through the walls. Sam Winchester: So it's probably something else, something corporeal. Dean Winchester: Corporeal? 'Scuse me, professor.

Haley Collins: So, really, I don't know how to thank you. [Dean smirks suggestively] Haley Collins: Must you cheapen the moment? Dean Winchester: Yeah!

"Supernatural: Changing Channels (#5.8)" (2009) [looking at a gigantic sandwich] Dean Winchester: I'm gonna need a bigger mouth.

Sam Winchester: What are you watching? Dean Winchester: Some kind of hospital show. "Dr. Sexy, M.D." It's based on a book. Sam Winchester: [laughs] When did you hit menopause? Dean Winchester: It's called channel surfing!

Dean Winchester: Just desserts. Sweet tooth. Screwin' with people before you kill 'em... We're dealin' with the Trickster aren't we? Sam Winchester: Sure looks like. Dean Winchester: Good. Been wantin' to gank that mother since Mystery Spot. Sam Winchester: You sure?

Dean Winchester: Yeah I'm sure! Sam Winchester: No I mean, are you sure you wanna kill him? Dean Winchester: Sonofabitch didn't think twice about icing me. A *thousand* times. Sam Winchester: No, I, I mean, I'm just sayin'... Dean Winchester: What *are* you saying? You don't wanna kill him, then what? Sam Winchester: Talk to him? Dean Winchester: [bewildered] What? Sam Winchester: Look, think about it, Dean. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him. Dean Winchester: For what? Sam Winchester: Okay, Trickster's like a, like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song? Maybe he doesn't want the party to end! I mean, maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us. Dean Winchester: You're serious. Sam Winchester: Yeah! Dean Winchester: Ally with the Trickster. Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: A... bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy. Sam Winchester: The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just sayin', it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him.

Dean Winchester: We're *in* "Dr. Sexy, M.D." Dude, what the hell? Sam Winchester: I don't know. Dean Winchester: Seriously, what the hell! Sam Winchester: I don't know! Dean Winchester: One theory, any theory! Sam Winchester: Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV Land. Dean Winchester: That's your theory? That's stupid!

Sam Winchester: Dean, how can this *possibly* be real? Dean Winchester: I don't know, all right! Oh, but there goes Dr. Wang, the sexy but arrogant heart surgeon. And there's Johnny Drake. Well, he's not even alive, he's a ghost in the mind of... of her. The sexy but *neurotic* doctor over there. Sam Winchester: So... *this* show has ghosts? Why? Dean Winchester: I don't know. It *is* compelling. Sam Winchester: I thought you said you weren't a fan. Dean Winchester: I'm not. I'm not! Oh boy... Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: [grinning, star-struck] It's him. Sam Winchester: Who? Dean Winchester: It's him, it's Dr. Sexy!

Dean Winchester: [notices the doctor's footwear, slams him against the wall] You're not Dr. Sexy. Dr. Sexy: You're crazy. Dean Winchester: Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy, is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes! Sam Winchester: Yeah, you're not a fan... Dean Winchester: It's a guilty pleasure! Dr. Sexy: [to passersby] Call security. Dean Winchester: Yeah, go ahead pal. See, we know what you are. [their surroundings freeze, Dr. Sexy morphs into the Trickster] Trickster: You guys are getting better! Dean Winchester: Get us the hell outta here. Trickster: Or what? Don't see your wooden stakes, big guy. Sam Winchester: That was you on the police scanner, right? And this is a trick. Trickster: [pointing to himself] Helloooo? Trickster! Come on, I heard you two yahoos were in town, how could I resist?

Sam Winchester: We need to talk to you. We need your help. Trickster: Hmmm. Lemme guess. You two mutton-heads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess. Sam Winchester: Please, just five minutes. Hear us out. Trickster: Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk. Dean Winchester: Survive what? Trickster: The Game! Dean Winchester: What game? Trickster: You're in it! Dean Winchester: How do we play? Trickster: You're playing it. Dean Winchester: What're the rules? [Trickster wiggles his eyebrows and vanishes, the surroundings move] Dean Winchester: Oh, son of a *bitch*.

[Dean has been shot, Sam is his surgeon] Dean Winchester: Sam! Do somethin', come on! Sam Winchester: I don't know how to use any of this crap! Dean Winchester: Figure it out! Sam! Come on, I'm waiting! Sam Winchester: Okay, um, I need a... penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey! Stat!

[Dean and Sam are trapped in a Japanese game show, there is a loud knocking noise] Dean Winchester: Oh now what? [the doors open, Castiel enters] Dean Winchester: Cas? Sam Winchester: Is this another trick?

Castiel: It's me! [looks around, confused] Castiel: Uh, what are you doing here? Dean Winchester: Us? What are *you* doing here? Castiel: Looking for you, you've been missing for days! Sam Winchester: So get us the hell outta here, then! Castiel: [reaching for them] Let's go! [He blips out, vanishing] Dean Winchester: Cas? Game Show Host: No no no no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels!

Dean Winchester: How long do we have to keep doin' this? [laughter] Sam Winchester: [tense smile] I dunno. Maybe forever? We might die in here. [laughter] Dean Winchester: [addressing the unseen audience] How is that funny? Vultures.

[Castiel enters, looking worse for wear] Dean Winchester: You okay? Castiel: I don't have much time. Sam Winchester: What happened? Castiel: I got out. Dean Winchester: From where? Castiel: Listen to me! Something is not right, this thing is much more powerful than it should be. Dean Winchester: What thing, the Trickster? Castiel: If it *is* a Trickster. Sam Winchester: What do you mean?

[Castiel gets flung against the wall, the Trickster enters, applause] Trickster: Hello! Thank you! Thank you! Please, stop. [Castiel gets up, his mouth is taped shut] Trickster: [brightly] Hey, Castiel! [the Trickster flicks a hand, Castiel vanishes] Sam Winchester: You know him? Dean Winchester: Where did you just send him? Trickster: Relax. He'll live. [pause] Trickster: Maybe. Dean Winchester: [angry, advancing] All right, you know what? I'm done with the monkey dance. 'Kay? We get it. Trickster: Yeah? Get what, Hot Shot? Dean Winchester: Playing our roles, right? That's your game? Trickster: That's *half* the game. Sam Winchester: What's the other half? Trickster: Play your roles, out there. Dean Winchester: What's that supposed to mean? Trickster: Oh you know! Sam, starring as Lucifer! Dean, starring as Michael! You're Celebrity Deathmatch! Play your roles!

Sam Winchester: [disbelieving] You want us to say "yes" to those sonsabitches? Trickster: *Hells* yeah! Let's light this candle! Sam Winchester: We do that, the world will *end*! Trickster: Yeah? And... whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer outta the box? Hm? Look. It's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with! Dean Winchester: Heaven or Hell, which side you on? Trickster: I'm not on either side. Dean Winchester: Yeah right. You're grabbin' ankle for Michael or Lucifer, which one is it?

Trickster: [huffs a laugh] You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those SOBs. Believe me. Dean Winchester: Hm. Oh, you're somebody's bitch. [Trickster grabs Dean and slams him against the door] Trickster: [fiercely] Don't you ever, *ever* presume to know what I am. Now listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you! Sam Winchester: And if we don't? Trickster: Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and ah, nothin's on. [he snaps his fingers, the scene changes]

Sam Winchester: You gotta calm down. Dean Winchester: Calm down? I am wearing *sunglasses* at night! You know who does that? Notalent douchebags! I *hate* this game! I hate that we're in a procedural cop show, and you want to know why? Because I *hate* procedural cop shows! There's like three hundred of 'em on television, they're all the freakin' same, it's "ooh, a plane crashed here," oh shut up!

Dean Winchester: I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas. Y'know, where is he? [looks around the motel room, Sam is missing] Dean Winchester: Sam? Where are you? [calling Sam's cell as he walks out to the car] Dean Winchester: Sam, it's me. [getting in the car] Dean Winchester: Where the hell did you go? Sam Winchester: Dean? [Dean looks around, the car is empty] Dean Winchester: Sam? Where are you? Sam Winchester: I don't know. [Dean notices a console in the dash a la Knight Rider, Sam's voice is coming from it] Sam Winchester: Oh crap. I don't think we killed the Trickster.

[cut to Dean driving Sam a la Knight Rider opening] Dean Winchester: Okay, stake didn't work. So what, this another trick? Sam Winchester: I don't know. Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster? Dean Winchester: What do you mean? Sam Winchester: You heard Cas. He said this thing was too powerful to *be* a trickster. Dean Winchester: Yeah, and did you notice the way he looked at Cas? Almost like he knew him. Sam Winchester: And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer. Dean Winchester: Son of a bitch. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: I think I know what we're dealin' with.

[Dean is rummaging in Impala-Sam's trunk] Sam Winchester: Dean? Dean Winchester: [irritably] What? Sam Winchester: That, uh, feels really... uncomfortable. [Dean slams the trunk lid down] Sam Winchester: Ow.

Sam Winchester: [stuck as the Impala] You sure this is gonna work? Dean Winchester: No but I have no other ideas. [yells at the sky] Dean Winchester: All right you sonofabitch! Uncle! We'll do it! Sam Winchester: Should I honk? [the Trickster appears] Trickster: Wow. Sam, get a load of the rims on you. Sam Winchester: Eat me. Trickster: [whistles] Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?

Dean Winchester: Wo-wo-woah, not so fast. Nobody's goin' anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs. Trickster: What's the difference? Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another. [Dean gives him a look, the Trickster snaps his fingers, Sam steps out of the car] Trickster: Happy? Dean Winchester: Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you? Trickster: I *am* the Trickster. Dean Winchester: But maybe you're not. [Sam flicks a lighter, throws it down; a ring of holy fire goes up around the Trickster] Dean Winchester: Maybe you've always been an angel. Trickster: [laughs] A *what*? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid? Dean Winchester: I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the holy fire and, we'll call it our mistake. [Trickster laughs, then turns sober and the scene flips back to the empty warehouse] Trickster: [claps] Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil? Dean Winchester: Well you might say we pulled it outta Sam's ass.

Trickster: Where'd I screw up? Sam Winchester: You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did. Dean Winchester: Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon. Trickster: Meaning? Dean Winchester: Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talkin' about their own family. Sam Winchester: So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy or Douchey? Trickster: Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.

Dean Winchester: Okay, Gabriel. How does an Archangel become a trickster? Trickster: My own, private, witness protection. I skipped outta Heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. 'Til you two screwed it all up. Dean Winchester: And what'd Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?

Trickster: Daddy doesn't say anything about anything. Sam Winchester: Then what happened? Why'd you ditch? Dean Winchester: Well do you blame him? I mean his brothers are heavy-weight douche-nozzles. Trickster: [furious] Shut your cake-hole. You don't know anything about my family. I *loved* my father, and my brothers. Loved them! But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again. Sam Winchester: Then help us stop it! Trickster: It can't be stopped! Dean Winchester: You want to see the end of the world? Trickster: I want it to be *over*! I have to sit back and watch my brothers kill each other, thanks to you two! Heaven, Hell, I don't care who wins! I just want it to be over! Sam Winchester: It doesn't have to be like that! There has to be some way to, to pull the plug! Trickster: [laughing] Oh-ho-ho-ho, you do *not* know my family. What you guys call the Apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner! That's why there's no stopping this. Because this isn't about a war, it's about two brothers who loved each other, and *betrayed* each other! You think you'd be able to relate! Sam Winchester: [confused] What're you talkin' about? Trickster: [looks from one to the other, whistles] You sorry sonsabitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it! Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was *always* you! As it is in Heaven, so it must be on Earth! One brother has to kill the other. Dean Winchester: So what the hell are you saying? Trickster: Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always. Dean Winchester: No. That's not gonna happen. Trickster: [sadly] I'm sorry. But it is. Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real. And it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be.

Trickster: So, boys, now what? Stare at each other for the rest of eternity? Dean Winchester: Well first of all you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him. Trickster: [sarcastic] Oh am I?

Dean Winchester: [angry] Yeah. Or we're going to *dunk* you in some holy oil, and deep-fry ourselves an archangel! [Gabriel snaps his fingers, Castiel appears, injured and breathing hard] Dean Winchester: Cas, you okay? Castiel: [glaring at the archangel] I'm fine. Hello Gabriel. Trickster: Hey bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess: awful.

Dean Winchester: Okay, we're outta here. C'mon Sam. [they start towards the door] Trickster: [in growing panic] Uh... okay. Hey, guys? So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever? Dean Winchester: No. We're not. Because we don't *screw* with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers, or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about *you* bein' too afraid to stand up to your family! [Gabriel stares at him; Dean pulls the extinguisher lever, putting out the holy fire] Dean Winchester: Don't say I never did anything for you!

Dean Winchester: No guts, no glory.

"Supernatural: The Benders (#1.15)" (2006) Mrs. McKay: Tell the officers what you were watching on TV. Evan McKay: Godzilla Vs. Mothra. Dean Winchester: That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh? Evan McKay: Totally. Dean Winchester: Yeah. [He nods towards Sam] Dean Winchester: He likes the remake. Evan McKay: Yuck.

Dean Winchester: Never do that again. Sam Winchester: Do what? Dean Winchester: Go missing like that. Sam Winchester: You were worried about me. Dean Winchester: All I'm saying is you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for ya. Sam Winchester: Sure you won't. Dean Winchester: I'm not. Sam Winchester: So, you got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh? Dean Winchester: Oh, shut up. Sam Winchester: Just saying getting rusty there, kiddo. Dean Winchester: Shut up!

Dean Winchester: [finding Sam and Kathleen in cages] Sam? Are you hurt? Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: Damn it's good to see you. Officer Kathleen: How did you get out of the cuffs? Dean Winchester: Oh I know a trick or two. [checking the cage door] Dean Winchester: Oh. These locks look like they're gonna be a bitch. Sam Winchester: [pointing] Well there's some kind of automatic control, right there. Dean Winchester: Have you seen 'em? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dude, they're just people. Dean Winchester: And they jumped you? Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo.

Sam Winchester: I saw a motel about five miles back... Dean Winchester: Whoa, whoa, easy. Let's have another round! Sam Winchester: We should get an early start.

Dean Winchester: Man, you really know how to have fun, don't you Grandma.

Pa Bender: Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's somethin' I need to know... Dean Winchester: Yeah, how 'bout it's not nice to marry your sister. Pa Bender: Tell me. Any other cops gonna come lookin' for you? Dean Winchester: Oh eat me. No no no wait, wait, wait, you actually *might*.

[they find a dirt road leading into the woods] Officer Kathleen: Hey. You're a civilian. And a felon, I think. I'm not taking you with me. Dean Winchester: You're not goin' without me. Officer Kathleen: [sighs] All right. You *promise* you won't get involved. You let me handle it. Dean Winchester: Yeah, I promise. Officer Kathleen: Shake on it. [Dean shakes her hand; she slaps her cuffs on his wrist] Dean Winchester: Aw come on. [she cuffs him to the car] Dean Winchester: This is ridiculous. Kathleen, I really think you're gonna need my help! Officer Kathleen: I'll manage, thank you. [she locks the car and leaves; Dean jerks ineffectually at the handcuffs] Dean Winchester: I gotta start carrying paperclips.

Dean Winchester: Well, I'll say it again. Demons I get. People are crazy.

Pa Bender: We give 'em a weapon. Give 'em a fightin' chance. It's kinda like, our tradition, passed down, father to son. 'Course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy. Dean Winchester: Oh. Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short, you're plenty sloppy.

Dean Winchester: These locks look like they're gonna be a bitch.

Lee Bender: C'mon. Let us hunt 'im. Jared Bender: Yeah, this one's a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt. Dean Winchester: Oh you gotta be kiddin' me. That's what this is about, you, you yahoos hunt people? Pa Bender: You ever killed before? Dean Winchester: What? Huh. Well, depends on what you mean. Pa Bender: I've hunted all my life. Jus' like my father and his before him. I've hunted deer, and bear, I even got a cougar once. Ho boy. But the best hunt... is human. Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive. Dean Winchester: You're a sick puppy.

Pa Bender: You a cop? Dean Winchester: If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?

Dean Winchester: Look, look, look. You wanna arrest me that's fine. I'll cooperate I swear. But first, please, let me find Sam. Officer Kathleen: I don't even know who you are. Or if this Sam person is missing. Dean Winchester: Look into my eyes, and tell me if I'm lyin' about this. Officer Kathleen: Identity theft? You're impersonating an officer! Dean Winchester: Here's the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I've felt responsible for him. You know, like it's my job to keep him safe. I'm just afraid if we don't find him fast... [His voice breaks a little] Dean Winchester: Please... He's my family. Officer Kathleen: I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you in. [she turns away, her eyes land on a picture of herself with her brother] Officer Kathleen: After we find Sam Winchester.

Hot Bar Waitress: Can I help you with something? Dean Winchester: Oh God yes.

Dean Winchester: It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Missy Bender: I know. [throws knife at Dean]

Dean Winchester: If you hurt my brother I'll kill you I swear! I'll kill you all. I will kill you ALL!

Dean Winchester: Could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kinda gig. Sam Winchester: Yeah maybe not. Except for this. Dad marked the area, Dean. Possible hunting grounds for a phantom attacker. Dean Winchester: Why would he even do that? Sam Winchester: Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night, grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too: this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state. Dean Winchester: That is weird. Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot. Sam Winchester: Well there are all kinds, you know: Spring-heeled Jacks, Phantom Gassers, they, they take people anywhere, anytime. Look Dean, I don't know if this is our kinda gig either... Dean Winchester: Yeah you're right, we should ask around more tomorrow.

[Sam has been taken; Dean goes to the police] Officer Kathleen: What's his name? Dean Winchester: Winchester. Sam Winchester. Officer Kathleen: Like the rifle?

Dean Winchester: Like the rifle.

Dean Winchester: Okay officer. Look, I don't mean to press my luck... Officer Kathleen: Your luck is so pressed. Dean Winchester: Right. I was wondering... Why are you helpin' me out, anyway? Why don't you just lock me up? Officer Kathleen: My brother Riley... disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam. We searched for him, but... nothing. I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone, and for them... [she stops] Officer Kathleen: Come on. Let's keep at it.

Dean Winchester: What do they want? Sam Winchester: I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me. Dean Winchester: Yeah well that's the point. You know, with our, our usual playmates there's, there's rules, there's patterns, but with people... there's just crazy.

Sam Winchester: See anything else out there? Dean Winchester: Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars sitting out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone they take their car too. Officer Kathleen: Did you see a black mustang, out there, about ten years old? Dean Winchester: Yeah, actually, I did. [Kathleen nods slowly] Dean Winchester: Your brother's. I'm sorry.

Officer Kathleen: So, State Police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna want to talk to you. I suggest that you're both long gone by then. Dean Winchester: Thanks. Hey listen, I don't mean to press our luck, but we're kinda in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride? Officer Kathleen: Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car.

Sam Winchester: Sounds great to me, thanks. Dean Winchester: Listen, um. I'm sorry about your brother. Officer Kathleen: Thank you. It was really hard not knowing what happened to him; I thought it would be easier, once I knew the truth. But... it isn't, really. Anyway, you should go. [they start walking]

"Supernatural: Something Wicked (#1.18)" (2006) Sam Winchester: [as they prepare to leave] It's too bad. Dean Winchester: Nah, they'll be fine. Sam Winchester: That's not what I meant. I meant Michael. He'll always know there are things out there in the dark, never be the same, you know? Sometimes I wish that... Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: I wish I could have that kind of innocence. Dean Winchester: If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too.

Michael: You said you're a big brother. Dean Winchester: Yeah. Michael: You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do... anything for him? Dean Winchester: [heartfelt] Yeah, I would.

Sam Winchester: Should've thought of this before. A doctor's the perfect disguise, you're trusted, you can control the whole thing! Dean Winchester: That sonofabitch. Sam Winchester: I'm surprised you didn't draw on him right there. Dean Winchester: Yeah well, first of all, I'm not gonna open fire in a friggin' pediatrics ward. Sam Winchester: Good call. Dean Winchester: Second, it wouldn't 'a done any good, 'cause the bastard's bullet-proof unless he's chowin' down on somethin'. And third... I wasn't packin', which is probably a really good thing 'cause I probably would've just burned a clip in him off of principle alone.

Sam Winchester: Gettin' wise in your old age, Dean. Dean Winchester: Damn right.

[after learning that Shtrigas usually disguise themselves as old women] Dean Winchester: [getting a map] Check this out. I marked down all the addresses of the victims. Now these are the houses that have been hit so far. And dead center? Sam Winchester: The hospital. Dean Winchester: The hospital. When we were there I saw a patient, an old woman. Sam Winchester: An old person, huh? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Sam Winchester: [chuckling] In the hospital? Hoo, better call the Coast Guard.

Sam Winchester: Dude, dude, I am not using this ID! Dean Winchester: Why not? Sam Winchester: Because it says "Bikini Inspector" on it!

Michael: This thing. Is it, like, it has this long, black robe? Dean Winchester: You saw it last night, didn't you? Michael: I thought I was having a nightmare. Dean Winchester: I'd give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real.

Sam Winchester: What makes you so sure? Dean Winchester: Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right. Sam Winchester: No, it doesn't. Dean Winchester: Yeah, it totally does.

Michael: King or two queens? Dean Winchester: Two queens.

Michael: [under his breath] [snort] Michael: Yeah, I bet. Dean Winchester: What'd you say? Michael: [brightly] Nice car.

Sam Winchester: Dean you got the time? Dean Winchester: [checking his watch] Ten after four. [Sam nods] Dean Winchester: Why? Sam Winchester: What's wrong with this picture? [Dean follows Sam's gaze to a nearly empty playground] Dean Winchester: School's out, isn't it? Sam Winchester: Yeah. So where is everybody? This place should be crawlin' with kids right now.

Sam Winchester: So what the hell is a Shtriga? Dean Winchester: It's... kinda like a witch I think. I don't know much about 'em. Sam Winchester: Well I've never heard of it. And it's not in Dad's journal. Dean Winchester: Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas Wisconsin about sixteen-seventeen years ago. You were there, you don't remember? Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: I guess he caught wind that the thing's in Fitchburg now and kicked us the coordinates. Sam Winchester: So wait, this... Dean Winchester: Shtriga. Sam Winchester: Right. You think it's the same one Dad hunted before. Dean Winchester: Yeah, maybe. Sam Winchester: But if Dad went after it, why is it still breathing air?

Dean Winchester: 'Cause it got away. Sam Winchester: Got away. Dean Winchester: Yeah, Sammy, it happens. Sam Winchester: Not very often. Dean Winchester: Well I dunno what to tell ya, I mean maybe Dad didn't have his Wheaties that mornin'. Sam Winchester: What else do you remember? Dean Winchester: [evasive] Nothin', I was a kid, all right?

Sam Winchester: Well, you were right. It wasn't very easy to find, but you were right. A Shtriga *is* a kind of witch. They're Albanian, but legends about 'em date back to ancient Rome. They feed off of spiritus vitae. Dean Winchester: Spir what? Sam Winchester: Vitae. It's Latin, it translates to "Breath of Life." Kinda like your life force or essence.

Sam Winchester: Anyway, Shtrigas can feed off anyone, but they prefer... Dean Winchester: Children. Sam Winchester: Yeah, probably 'cause they have stronger life force. And get this: "Shtrigas are invulnerable to all weapons devised by God and Man." Dean Winchester: No. That's not right. She's vulnerable when she feeds. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: You catch her when she's eating, you can blast her with consecrated wroughtirons, uh, buck-shots or rounds I think. Sam Winchester: How do you know that? Dean Winchester: Dad told me. I remember. [Sam gives Dean a look] Sam Winchester: Oh. Huh. So uh, anything else Dad might've mentioned? Dean Winchester: [evasive] No, that's it.

Michael: My brother's sick. Dean Winchester: The little guy? Michael: [nodding] Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's my fault. Dean Winchester: Ah c'mon, how? Michael: I should've made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't have gotten pneumonia if the window was latched. Dean Winchester: Listen to me. I can promise you, that this is not your fault. Okay? Michael: It's my job to look after him.

Michael: I'm going with you. Joanna: Not now, Michael. Michael: But I gotta see Asher! Dean Winchester: Hey Michael. Hey. I know how you feel, I'm a big brother too, but you gotta go easy on your Mom right now, okay? [Michael nods] Joanna: [dropping her purse] Dammit! Sam Winchester: I got it. Here. Joanna: Thanks. Dean Winchester: Hey listen, you're in no condition to drive. Why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital, huh? Joanna: No, I couldn't possibly... Dean Winchester: It's no trouble. I insist. Joanna: [handing him the keys] Thanks. [to Michael] Joanna: Be good. [she gets in the car] Dean Winchester: [fiercely, to Sam] I'm gonna kill this thing. I want it dead, you hear me?

Dean Winchester: What do you got?

Sam Winchester: Well, bad news. I started with uh, with Fort Douglas, around the time you said Dad was there? Dean Winchester: And? Sam Winchester: [scrolling through news articles] Same deal. Before that, there was uh, there was Ogdenville, before that, North Haverbrook, and Brockway... Every fifteen to twenty years, it hits a new town. Dean, this thing is just gettin' started in Fitchburg. In all these other places, it goes on for months, dozens of kids, before the Shtriga finally moves on. Kids just, languish in comas and then they die. Dean Winchester: How far back's this thing go? Sam Winchester: Uh, I dunno. Earliest mention I could find is this place called Black River Falls back in the 1890s. Talk about a horror show. [he scrolls up a photo] Sam Winchester: Whoa. Dean Winchester: Sam? Sam Winchester: Hold on. I'm lookin' at a photograph right now, of a bunch of doctors standing around a kid's bed. One of the doctors... is Hydecker. Dean Winchester: And? Sam Winchester: And, this picture was taken in 1893.

Sam Winchester: Then you wanna use the kid as *bait*? Are you nuts? No! Forget it, that's outta the question! Dean Winchester: It's not outta the question Sam, it's the only way. If this thing disappears, it could be years before we get another chance! Sam Winchester: Michael's a *kid*! And I'm not gonna dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook! Dean Winchester: Dad did not send me here to walk away! Sam Winchester: Send *you* here? He didn't send you here, he sent *us* here! Dean Winchester: This isn't about you Sam! All right, I'm the one that screwed up! It's *my* fault, there's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me.

Sam Winchester: What're you saying, Dean? How is it your fault? Dean. You've been hiding something from the get-go. Since when does Dad bail on a hunt? Since when does he let something get away? Now talk to me, man! Tell me what's goin' on.

Dean Winchester: Fort Douglas Wisconsin. It was, it was the third night in this crap room and I was climbin' the walls, man, I needed to get some air. [flashback shows young Dean slipping out; when he gets back, the Shtriga is in the room hanging over Sam; Dean grabs the rifle and cocks it, the Shrtiga looks up and roars; John comes in] John Winchester: Get outta the way! [Dean ducks, John fires at the Shtriga, the Shtriga jumps through the window and escapes; John grabs Sam] John Winchester: Sammy, Sammy, Sammy! You okay? Young Sam: Dad, what's going on? John Winchester: You all right? [he hugs him tight, turns to Dean] John Winchester: What happened? Young Dean: I, I just went out. John Winchester: [dangerous] What? Young Dean: J-just for a second. I'm sorry. John Winchester: [angry] I told you not to leave this room! I told you not to let him out of your sight! [cut back to present] Dean Winchester: Dad just... grabbed us and booked. Dropped us off at Pastor Jim's about three hours away; by the time he got back to Fort Douglas the Shtriga disappeared, it was, was just gone. Never resurfaced until now. You know, Dad never... spoke about it again. I didn't ask. But he uh, he looked at me different. You know? Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order and I didn't listen, I almost got you killed. Sam Winchester: You were just a kid. Dean Winchester: Don't. Don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.

Sam Winchester: You sure these iron rounds are gonna work? Dean Winchester: Consecrated iron rounds, and yeah, it's what Dad used last time. Sam Winchester: Hey Dean, I'm sorry. Dean Winchester: For what?

Sam Winchester: You know. I've really given you a lot of crap. For always following Dad's orders. But I know why you do it. Dean Winchester: Oh God, kill me now.

John Winchester: [about to go out on a hunt] All right. You know the drill, Dean. If anybody calls, you don't pick up. If it's me, I'll ring once and then call back. You got that? Young Dean: Mmhmm. Don't answer the phone unless it rings once first. John Winchester: Come on, Dean, look alive. This stuff's important. Young Dean: I know, it's just, we've gone over it, like, a million times, and you know I'm not stupid. John Winchester: I know you're not. But it only takes one mistake, you got that? [Dean nods] John Winchester: All right, if I'm not back Sunday night? Young Dean: Call Pastor Jim. John Winchester: Lock the doors and windows, close the shades, and most important... Young Dean: Watch out for Sammy. [He looks over at Sam who is watching tv] John Winchester: All right, if somethin' tries to bust in? Young Dean: Shoot first, ask questions later. [John puts a hand on his son's shoulder] John Winchester: That's my man. [John leaves. Dean locks the door behind him]

Young Sam: When's Dad gonna get back? Young Dean: Tomorrow. Young Sam: When? Young Dean: [serving Sam's dinner] I dunno. He usually comes in late though. Now, eat your dinner. Young Sam: I'm sick of Scabetti O's. Young Sam: Well, you're the one who wanted 'em.

Young Dean: I want Lucky Charms! Young Sam: There's no more Lucky Charms. Young Sam: I saw the box! Young Dean: Okay, maybe there is, but there's only enough left for one bowl, and I haven't had any yet. [Sam makes a sad face at Dean; Dean relents, throws out the Spaghetti O's and slams down the box and a clean bowl in front of Sam; Sam rummages around in the box, pulling out the toy at the bottom] Young Sam: [smiling] Do you want the prize?

"Supernatural: Bugs (#1.8)" (2005) Dean Winchester: So what are you saying, that Dad was disappointed in you? Sam Winchester: Was? Is. Always has been. Dean Winchester: Why would you think that? Sam Winchester: Because, I didn't want to bow-hunt. Or hustle pool. Because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which in *our* whacked-out family made *me* the freak. Dean Winchester: Yeah you were kinda like the blonde chick in The Munsters!

Sam Winchester: So a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave... Dean Winchester: Yeah. Maybe this is a haunting. Pissed-off spirits with some unfinished business? Sam Winchester: Yeah maybe. The question is, why bugs? And why now? Dean Winchester: Uh, that's two questions...

Dean Winchester: We got a new gig, or what? Sam Winchester: Maybe. Oasis Plains, Oklahoma. Not far from here. Gas company employee. Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob. Dean Winchester: Huh? Sam Winchester: Human mad cow disease. Dean Winchester: Mad cow. Wasn't that on Oprah?

Sam Winchester: [giving him a look] You watch Oprah?

Sam Winchester: We're gonna squat in an empty house? Dean Winchester: I wanna try the steam shower.

Matt Pike: Sorry, I told the truth. Dean Winchester: We had a plan, Matt. What happened to the plan?

Dean Winchester: Growing up in a place like this would freak me out. Sam Winchester: Why? Dean Winchester: The manicured lawns. 'How was your day, Honey'. I'd blow my brains out! Sam Winchester: There's nothing wrong with normal. Dean Winchester: I'd take our family over normal any day.

[after Sam checks out the sinkhole where Dustin Burwash died] Dean Winchester: [sarcastic] So you found some beetles, in a hole, in the ground. That's shocking, Sam! Sam Winchester: There were no tunnels, no tracks, no evidence of any other kind of creature down there. You know, some beetles do eat meat. Now it's usually *dead* meat, but... Dean Winchester: How many did you find down there? Sam Winchester: Ten. Dean Winchester: It'd take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude's brain. Sam Winchester: Well maybe there were more!

Sam Winchester: [about Larry with his son] Remind you of somebody? [Dean looks at them, confused] Sam Winchester: Dad? Dean Winchester: [surprised] Dad never treated us like that.

Sam Winchester: [laughs] Well Dad never treated YOU like that, you were perfect. He was all over my case. [Dean thinks about it, shakes his head] Sam Winchester: You don't remember. Dean Winchester: Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes you were out of line! Sam Winchester: [sarcastic] Right, right, like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bowhunting. Dean Winchester: Bow-hunting's an important skill!

[Sam and Dean are posing as potential homeowners] Lynda Bloome: Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color or... [looks at Sam and Dean] Lynda Bloome: sexual orientation. Dean Winchester: Hmm, right. [to Sam] Dean Winchester: I'm gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey? [slaps Sam on the ass]

Dean Winchester: The shower's awesome!

Larry Pike: So you two are interested in Oasis Plains. Dean Winchester: Yes sir! Larry Pike: Let me just say, we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation. [Sam chuckles] Dean Winchester: [quickly] We're brothers. Sam Winchester: Our father is getting on in years, and we're just lookin' for a place for him. Larry Pike: Great! Great, well, seniors are welcome too. Come on in.

Sam Winchester: [about Lynda Bloome being killed by spiders] You tried to scare her with a spider. Matt Pike: Wait, you think I had something to do with that? Dean Winchester: You tell us. Matt Pike: That tarantula was a *joke*. Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack, or the gas company guy. Sam Winchester: You know about those? Matt Pike: There *is* somethin' goin' on here. I dunno what, but... something's happening with the insects. Lemme show you somethin'. [they start walking through the woods] Sam Winchester: So if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your Dad? Maybe he could clear everybody out. Matt Pike: Believe me I've tried, but uh, "Larry" doesn't listen to me. Sam Winchester: Why not? Matt Pike: Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son.

[Matt brings them to a clearing in the woods; insects are heard all around] Matt Pike: I've been keeping track of insect populations, it's um, part of an AP science class. Dean Winchester: You two are like peas in a pod. Sam Winchester: What's been happening? Matt Pike: Well, a lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, uh, beetles, you name it, it's like they're congregating here. Dean Winchester: Why? Matt Pike: I don't know. [Sam notices a dark mound of earth at the other edge of the clearing] Sam Winchester: What's that? [they walk over to it; Dean taps it with a foot, a chunk collapses into a hole; Dean pokes around in it with a stick, hitting something hard] Dean Winchester: There's something down there. [he reaches in, trying to dislodge it]

Dean Winchester: Come on, come on... [he unearths a human skull]

[Dean and Sam find an old Indian playing cards in a diner] Sam Winchester: Joe White Tree? [he nods] Sam Winchester: We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right. Dean Winchester: We're students from the university. Joe White Tree: No you're not. You're lying. Dean Winchester: Um. Well, truth is... Joe White Tree: You know who starts sentence with "truth is"? Liars. [Dean looks at Sam] Sam Winchester: Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development, near the Otoka Valley. [White Tree looks at Dean] Joe White Tree: I like him. He's not a liar.

Sam Winchester: Something... Something bad, is happening in Oasis Plains. We think, it might have something to do with some old bones we found down there. Native American bones. Joe White Tree: [nodding] I'll tell you what my grandfather told me. What his grandfather told him. Two hundred years ago, a band of my ancestors lived in that valley. One day, American cavalry came to relocate them. They were resistant, the cavalry impatient. As my grandfather put it, on a night the moon and the sun shared the sky as equals, the cavalry first raided our village. They murdered, raped... The next day, the cavalry came again, and the next and the next. And on the sixth night the cavalry came one last time, and by the time the sun rose, every man, woman and child still in the village was dead. They say on the sixth night as the chief of the village lay dying, he whispered to the heavens, that no white man would ever tarnish this land again. Nature would rise up and protect the valley. And it would bring as many days of misery and death to the white man, as the cavalry had brought upon his people. Dean Winchester: Insects. Sounds like nature to me. Six days. Joe White Tree: And on the night of the sixth day, none would survive.

Sam Winchester: So every year about this time, anybody in Oasis Plains is in danger. Larry built his neighborhood on cursed land. Dean Winchester: And on the sixth night, that's tonight! Sam Winchester: If we don't do something, Larry's family will be dead by sunrise. So how do we break the curse? Dean Winchester: You don't break a curse. You get out of its way. We gotta get those people out, now.

Matt Pike: [on cell] Hello? Sam Winchester: Matt, it's Sam! Matt Pike: [freaked] Sam, my backyard's crawling with cockroaches! Sam Winchester: Matt, just listen, you have to get your family out of that house, right now, okay? Matt Pike: What, why? Sam Winchester: Because something's coming. Matt Pike: More bugs. Sam Winchester: Yeah, a lot more. Matt Pike: My Dad doesn't listen in the best of circumstances, what am I supposed to tell him? Sam Winchester: You gotta *make* him listen, okay? Dean Winchester: Gimme the phone, gimme the phone! [Sam hands him the cell] Dean Winchester: Matt! Under no circumstances are you to tell the truth, he'll just think you're nuts! Matt Pike: But, but he's my... Dean Winchester: Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you gotta go to the hospital, okay? Matt Pike: Yeah. Yeah, okay. [hangs up] Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Make him listen. What're you thinkin'?

Larry Pike: Get off my property before I call the cops!

Sam Winchester: Mr. Pike, listen... Matt Pike: Dad, they're just trying to help! Larry Pike: [to Matt] Get in the house! Matt Pike: Sorry, I... told him the truth. Dean Winchester: We had a plan, Matt, what happened to the plan? Sam Winchester: Look, it's twelve am. They are coming, any minute now. You need to get your family and *go*, before it's too late! Larry Pike: [sarcastic] Oh yeah, you mean before the Biblical swarm. Dean Winchester: Larry, what do you think really happened to that realtor? Huh? And the gas company guy. You don't think somethin' weird's goin' on around here?

Larry Pike: Look, I don't know who you are, but you're crazy. You come near my boy or my family again, we're gonna have a problem! Dean Winchester: Well, I hate to be a downer, but we got a problem right now. Matt Pike: Dad, they're right, okay? We're in danger! Larry Pike: Matt, get inside, now! Matt Pike: No! Why won't you listen to me? Larry Pike: Because this is crazy, it doesn't make any sense! Sam Winchester: Look! This land is *cursed*! People have *died* here! Now you're really gonna take that risk with your *family*? Dean Winchester: Wait. Do you hear it? [a buzzing noise] Larry Pike: What the hell? [the bug zapper starts crackling with insects] Larry Pike: All right, it's time to go. Larry, get your wife. [Larry starts for the door] Matt Pike: Guys? [a cloud of insects swarms over the tree-line] Larry Pike: Oh my God...

Sam Winchester: We'll never make it. Dean Winchester: Everybody in the house! Go! [they run]

Sam Winchester: I want to find Dad. Dean Winchester: Yeah, me too. Sam Winchester: Yeah, but I just... I wanna apologize to him. Dean Winchester: For what? Sam Winchester: All the things I said to him. He was just doin' the best he could. Dean Winchester: Well, don't worry, we'll find him. And you'll apologize... and then within five minutes you'll be at each others' throats. [Sam laughs] Sam Winchester: Yeah, probably. Let's hit the road. Dean Winchester: Let's.

"Supernatural: Route 666 (#1.13)" (2006) Sam Winchester: Ah, my life was so simple. Just, school. Exams. Papers on polycentric cultural norms. Dean Winchester: So I guess I saved you from a boring existence. Sam Winchester: Yeah, occasionally I miss boring. Dean Winchester: All right, so this killer truck... Sam Winchester: [laughing] I miss conversations that didn't start with "this killer truck"!

[on the phone] Dean Winchester: Maybe? Maybe! What if you were wrong? Sam Winchester: Huh. Honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to me. Dean Winchester: [hangs up] It honestly didn't occur to me! [pause] Dean Winchester: I'm gonna kill him!

Sam Winchester: By 'old friend' you mean...? Dean Winchester: Friend that's not new. Sam Winchester: Yeah, thanks. So her name's Cassie, huh? You never mentioned her. Dean Winchester: Didn't I? Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: Yeah, we went out. Sam Winchester: You mean you dated someone. For more than one night. Dean Winchester: Am I speakin' a language you're not gettin' here?

Sam Winchester: Which by the way, how does she know what we do? [no response from Dean] Sam Winchester: You told her. You told her the secret of our big family rule number one; we do what we do and we shut up about it! For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica and you go out with this chick from Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything! Dean! Dean Winchester: Yeah. Looks like.

Sam Winchester: You mean you dated someone? For more than one night? Dean Winchester: Am I speaking a language you're not getting here?

Dean Winchester: Don't leave the house. Cassie Robinson: Don't go getting all authoritative on me, I hate it. Dean Winchester: Don't leave the house, please?

Cassie Robinson: [bringing in coffee on a tray] My mother's in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself, she's been so nervous and frightened. She was worried about Dad. Dean Winchester: Why? Cassie Robinson: He was scared, he was seeing things.

Dean Winchester: Like what? Cassie Robinson: He swore he saw... an awful-looking black truck following him. Sam Winchester: A truck. Who was the driver? Cassie Robinson: He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And in the accident, Dad's truck was dented, like it'd been slammed into by something big. [she hands them coffee] Sam Winchester: Thanks. Now, you're sure this dent wasn't there before? Cassie Robinson: He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night, there was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks from Dad's car, leading right to the edge, where he went over. One set of tracks. His! Dean Winchester: And the first person killed was a friend of your father's? Cassie Robinson: Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent, no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about Dad. He lost control of his car. Dean Winchester: Now, can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets? Cassie Robinson: No. Sam Winchester: And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road? Cassie Robinson: [embarrassed] Oh, when you say it aloud like that. Look, I'm a little skeptical about this... ghost stuff, or whatever you guys are into. Dean Winchester: Huh. Skeptical. If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.

Sam Winchester: Where are you? Dean Winchester: In the middle of nowhere, with a killer truck on my ass!

Sam Winchester: So burning the body had no effect on that thing? Dean Winchester: Oh sure it did, now it's *really* pissed!

Mayor Harold Todd: What is it, exactly, you want me to do? Cassie Robinson: Well how about closing this section of road, for starters?

Mayor Harold Todd: Close the main road, the only road in and out of town? Accidents do happen Cassie. That's what they are: accidents! [Dean and Sam walk up] Dean Winchester: Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car, see if it was pushed? Mayor Harold Todd: Who's this? Cassie Robinson: Dean and Sam Winchester, family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd. Mayor Harold Todd: It's one set of tire tracks. One. Doesn't point to foul play. Cassie Robinson: Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you! If you're indifferent about... Mayor Harold Todd: [offended] Indifferent! Cassie Robinson: Would you close the road if the victims were white? Mayor Harold Todd: You're suggesting I'm racist, Cassie. I'm the last person you should talk to like that. Cassie Robinson: And why's that? Mayor Harold Todd: Why don't you ask your mother.

[Dean and Sam ask about the ghost truck] Black Fisherman: Son this, this truck. Big scary monster-lookin' thing? Dean Winchester: Yeah actually, I think so. Black Fisherman: Hm. Dean Winchester: What? Black Fisherman: I have heard of a truck like that. Sam Winchester: You have? Where? Black Fisherman: Not where. When. Back in the sixties there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big nasty black truck. Dean Winchester: They ever catch the guy who did it? Black Fisherman: Never found him. Hell, not sure they even really looked. See, there was a time, this town wasn't too friendly to all its citizens.

Dean Winchester: You know I was thinkin', you heard of the Flying Dutchman? Sam Winchester: Yeah, a ghost ship infused with the captain's evil spirit, it was basically a part of him. Dean Winchester: Yeah, so what if we're dealin' with the same thing? You know, a phantom truck, the extension of some bastard ghost, reenacting past crimes. Sam Winchester: The victims have all been black men. Dean Winchester: I think it's more than that, they all seem connected to Cassie and her family.

Sam Winchester: [about Cassie] Dean, what is goin' on between you two? Dean Winchester: All right, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said. Sam Winchester: Oh, okay. Dean Winchester: Okay, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her the secret, about what we do, and I shouldn't have. Sam Winchester: Ah look man, everybody's gotta open up to someone sometime. Dean Winchester: Yeah I don't. It was stupid to get that close, I mean look how it ended. [Sam smiles at him, amused] Dean Winchester: Would you stop? Blink or somethin'! Sam Winchester: You loved her. Dean Winchester: [walking away] Aw God. Sam Winchester: [following] You were in love with her... But you *dumped* her. [pause, Dean looks uncomfortable] Sam Winchester: Oh wow. She dumped *you*. Dean Winchester: [irked] Get in the car.

[the Mayor has been killed] Dean Winchester: So what happened? Sam Winchester: Every bone crushed, internal organs turned to pudding, the cops are all stumped but it's almost like something ran him over. Dean Winchester: Something like a truck?

Sam Winchester: Yup. Dean Winchester: Tracks? Sam Winchester: Nope. Dean Winchester: What was the mayor doin' here anyway? Sam Winchester: He owned the property, bought it a few weeks ago. Dean Winchester: Yeah but he's white. It doesn't fit the pattern. Sam Winchester: Killings didn't happen up on the road. Doesn't fit either.

Sam Winchester: [on cell] Okay, the courthouse records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family, for like a hundred and fifty years. Dean Winchester: Dorian? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: [to Cassie] Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper? Cassie Robinson: Along with most everything else around here. They were pillars of the town. Dean Winchester: Right, right. [looking through articles] Dean Winchester: That's interesting. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: This Cyrus Dorian, he vanished in April of '63, the case was investigated but never solved. That's right around the time the string of murders was goin' on back then. Sam Winchester: Well, I pulled a bunch of paper up on the Dorian place, it must 'a been in bad shape when the mayor bought it. Dean Winchester: Why's that? Sam Winchester: The first thing he did was bulldoze the place. Dean Winchester: [to Cassie] Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place? Cassie Robinson: [nodding] It was a big deal, one of the oldest local houses left. He made the front page. Dean Winchester: [to Sam] You got a date? Sam Winchester: Uh... The third of last month.

Dean Winchester: Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the third; the first killing was the very next day.

[after the ghost truck threatens Cassie] Dean Winchester: You didn't see who was drivin' the truck? Cassie Robinson: It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us? Dean Winchester: Whatever's controlling the truck wants you afraid first. Sam Winchester: Mrs. Robinson. Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died. Cassie Robinson: Mom? Mrs. Robinson: [distracted] Hm? Oh, uh, Martin was under a lot of stress, he... I can't be sure about what he was seeing. Dean Winchester: Well after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure that he was seein' a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Okay? Now your daughter could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it. Cassie Robinson: Dean... Mrs. Robinson: Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck. Sam Winchester: Did he know who it belonged to? Mrs. Robinson: He thought he did. Dean Winchester: Who was that? Mrs. Robinson: Cyrus. A man named Cyrus.

Mrs. Robinson: Cyrus Dorian died more than forty years ago. Dean Winchester: How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson? The paper said he went missing. How do you know he died? Mrs. Robinson: We were all very young. I dated Cyrus awhile. I, I was also seeing Martin, in secret of course, because, interracial couples didn't go over too well then. When I broke it off with Cyrus, and when he found out about Martin... I don't know, he, he changed. His, his hatred. His hatred was frightening. Sam Winchester: The string of murders.

Mrs. Robinson: There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and uh, Martin and I, we were gonna be uh, married in that little church near here, but uh, last minute we decided to elope, because we didn't want all the attention. Dean Winchester: And Cyrus? Mrs. Robinson: [crying] The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practice in there! They all died. Sam Winchester: Did the attacks stop after that? Mrs. Robinson: No! There was one more. One night, that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose, and he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and h-hitting him! Dean Winchester: Why didn't you call the cops? Mrs. Robinson: This was forty years ago! He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus's body into the truck and rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land and all three of them kept that secret all these years. Sam Winchester: And now all three are gone. Dean Winchester: So is Mayor Todd. Now he said, that you of all people would know that he is not a racist. Why would he say that? Mrs. Robinson: He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then, investigating Cyrus's disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done, he... he did nothing. Because he also knew what Cyrus had done. Cassie Robinson: Why didn't you tell me? Mrs. Robinson: I thought I was protecting him. And now there's no one left to protect! Dean Winchester: Yes there is. [he looks at Cassie]

Cassie Robinson: My mother says to tell you thanks again. [pause] Cassie Robinson: This was a better good-bye than last time. Dean Winchester: Yeah well, maybe this time it'll be a little less permanent. Cassie Robinson: You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Dean. Dean Winchester: Well, I've seen stranger things happen. Helluva lot stranger.

Cassie Robinson: [smiling sadly] Good-bye, Dean. Dean Winchester: I'll see you Cassie. I will.

Sam Winchester: [about Cassie] I like her. Dean Winchester: Yeah. Sam Winchester: You meet someone like her... Ever make you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do? [long pause, Dean fishes sunglasses out of the glove compartment, puts them on and leans back in his seat] Dean Winchester: Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?

"Supernatural: Free to Be You and Me (#5.3)" (2009) Dean Winchester: [From promo] [after discussing about trapping the Archangel Raphael] Dean Winchester: Do we have any chance of surviving this? Castiel: You do. Dean Winchester: So, odds are you are a dead man tomorrow. Castiel: Yes. Dean Winchester: Wow. Well, last night on earth. What, uh what are your plans? Castiel: I just thought I'd sit here quietly. Dean Winchester: Dude, come on. Anything? Booze? Women? [Castiel looks away uncomfortable] Dean Winchester: You have been with a women before? Right? Or an angel, at least? [Castiel shifts nervously in his seat, embarrassed] Dean Winchester: You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud seating? Castiel: I never had occasion, okay? Dean Winchester: All right. Let me tell you something. There are two things that I know for certain. One. Bert and Ernie are gay. Two. You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go. [Castiel looks around uncertain, gets up and follows]

Dean Winchester: So, find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please? Castiel: No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help. Dean Winchester: With what? A god hunt? I'm not interested. Castiel: It's not God. Someone else. Dean Winchester: Who? Castiel: It's an archangel. The one who killed me. Dean Winchester: Excuse me? Castiel: His name is Raphael. Dean Winchester: You were wasted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel?

Dean Winchester: We're here why? Castiel: A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel. Dean Winchester: And he still has eyes? All right, what's the plan? Castiel: [shrugs] We'll... tell the officer that he witnessed an Angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is. Dean Winchester: You're serious? You're gonna walk in there and tell him the truth? Castiel: [confused] Why not? [Dean slips an FBI badge into Castiel's inside pocket, fusses with his shirt and tie] Dean Winchester: Because... we're humans. And when humans want something, really really bad... we lie. Castiel: [puzzled] Why? Dean Winchester: Because... that's how you become president.

Dean Winchester: [about finding Raphael] You're serious about this. So what, I'm Thelma and you're Louise and we're just gonna hold hands and drive off this cliff together? [pause while Castiel looks at him] Dean Winchester: Look, gimme one good reason why I should do this. Castiel: Because you're Michael's vessel, and no angel will dare harm you.

Dean Winchester: Oh, so I'm your bullet shield! Castiel: I need your help, because you are the *only* one who'll help me. Please. [Castiel looks at him pleadingly] Dean Winchester: All right fine. Where is he? Castiel: Maine. Let's go. [reaches two fingers toward Dean's forehead] Dean Winchester: [flinching back] Whoa whoa! Castiel: What? Dean Winchester: Last time you zapped me someplace, I didn't poop for a week! We're driving.

[Dean and Cas are in a brothel; Castiel looks very, very nervous] Dean Winchester: Hey, *relax*. Castiel: This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here. Dean Winchester: Dude, you full-on rebelled against Heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks! [a courtesan comes over] Dean Winchester: Showtime. Courtesan: [to Cas] Hi. What's your name? [Castiel hesitates, looking more and more nervous] Castiel: Cas! [Castiel jumps] Castiel: His name's Cas. What's your name? Courtesan: Chastity. Dean Winchester: Chastity. Courtesan: Mm-hm. Dean Winchester: Wow. [to Cas, grinning] Dean Winchester: Is that kismet or what, buddy?

[Castiel takes a long pull of beer] Dean Winchester: Well, he like you and you like him, so... Courtesan: [taking Castiel's hand] C'mon baby. Dean Winchester: [grabbing Castiel's elbow] Oh hey, listen. [taking out a wad of bills] Dean Winchester: Take this. If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu. Go get her, Tiger. [Cas looks helplessly panicked] Dean Winchester: Don't make me push you. [Cas takes the money, follows the courtesan]

Dean Winchester: [after the courtesan has run off angrily] What the hell did you do? Castiel: I don't know. I just looked at her in the eyes and told her it wasn't her fault that her father Gene ran off. It was because he hated his job at the post office. Dean Winchester: [slightly amused] Oh no, *man*. Castiel: What? Dean Winchester: This whole industry runs on absent fathers, it's, it's the natural order. [bouncers appear at the end of the hall] Dean Winchester: [grabbing Cas] We should go. C'mon. [they run outside, Dean doubles over, laughing] Castiel: What's so funny? [Dean puts an arm around Castiel's shoulders, Cas smiles] Dean Winchester: Oh, nothing. Whew. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. Oh. It's been more than a long time. Years.

Castiel: [pouring oil around Raphael's empty vessel] When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies. Dean Winchester: Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but, uh, one question: how the hell do we get him here?

Castiel: There's... well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial. [leans over and mutters some strange words in the vessel's ear] Castiel: I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard.

Castiel: [entering the abandoned house after summoning Raphael] Dean, wait. [He steps in front of Dean; Raphael appears with wings of lightning, the lights explode] Raphael: Castiel. Castiel: Raphael. Dean Winchester: Oh, you know, I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room? Raphael: And the eastern seaboard. [to Castiel] Raphael: It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now. Dean Winchester: Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid that God'll bring Cas back to life again, and smite *you*, you candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean. Raphael: I know who you are. And now thanks to him, I know *where* you are. Castiel: You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare. Raphael: But I will take him to Michael. Dean Winchester: [going to get a beer from the cooler] Well that sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, I hate to tell ya, I'm not goin' anywhere with you. [turns his back and takes a sip] Raphael: Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer? [a slight nervousness crosses Dean's face, but he turns back to Raphael, all swagger] Dean Winchester: Yeah, that was, that was hilarious. Raphael: Yes, well, he doesn't have anything close to my *imagination*. Dean Winchester: Oh yeah? [Raphael advances on him, Dean glances at the floor, then at Cas] Dean Winchester: I'll bet you didn't imagine one thing.

Raphael: [threatening] What? Dean Winchester: We knew you were coming, you stupid sonofabitch. [he flicks his lighter and drops it on the circle of oil Raphael just walked into; flame surrounds the archangel; Raphael glares at Dean] Dean Winchester: Don't look at me, it was his idea! [Castiel gives him a look] Castiel: [to Raphael] Where is he? Raphael: God. [Cas nods] Raphael: Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead.

Raphael: But there's no other explanation. He's gone for good. Castiel: You're lying. Raphael: Am I? Do you *remember* the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen, if he were alive? Dean Winchester: Oh yeah, well then who invented the Chinese basket trick? Raphael: Careful. That's my Father you're talking about, boy. Dean Winchester: Yeah, who would be *so proud* to know that his sons started the friggin' Apocalypse! Raphael: Who ran off and disappeared! Who left no instructions, and a world to rot. Dean Winchester: So Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the Post Office, did he? [Cas stares at him] Raphael: This is funny to you? You're living in a Godless universe! Dean Winchester: [angrily] And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an Apocalypse while he's gone? Raphael: [wearily] We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want... paradise. Dean Winchester: So what, God dies and makes you the boss, and you think you can do whatever you want? Raphael: [angry] Yes! And whatever we want, we get!

[the windows explode; Dean and Cas duck]

Dean Winchester: Hey, you okay? [pause, Cas stares straight ahead, not answering] Dean Winchester: Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but, I do know a little something about missing fathers. Castiel: What do you mean? Dean Winchester: I mean, there were times when I was looking for my Dad when... all logic said that he was dead. But I knew, in my heart, that he was still alive. So who cares what some Ninja Turtle says, Cas, what do *you* believe? Castiel: I believe he's out there. Dean Winchester: Good. Then go find him. Castiel: [looking at Dean] What about you? Dean Winchester: What about me? I don't know. Honestly? I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but, I am, I'm, I'm really good. Castiel: Even without your brother. Dean Winchester: [bitterly] Especially without my brother. [Castiel looks at him] Dean Winchester: I mean I spent so much time worrying about the sonofabitch... I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years. And you're not that much fun. Funny, you know, I've been so chained by my family, but now that I'm alone... hell, I'm happy. [smiles, looks over; Castiel is gone]

[Castiel appears behind Dean; Dean sees him in the mirror and jumps] Dean Winchester: God! Don't do that! Castiel: Hello Dean. [Dean turns around; Castiel stares at him from only inches away] Dean Winchester: Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space? Castiel: My apologies.

[he backs away]

Dean Winchester: Tell me something, you keep saying we're gonna trap this guy, but isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net? Castiel: No, it's harder. Dean Winchester: Do we have any chance of surviving this? Castiel: You do. Dean Winchester: So, odds are you're a dead man tomorrow. Castiel: Yes. Dean Winchester: Wow. Well, last night on earth. What, uh, what are your plans? Castiel: I just thought I'd sit here quietly. Dean Winchester: Dude, come on. Anything? Hm? Booze? Women? [Castiel glances at him, then looks away uncomfortably] Dean Winchester: You have been with a women before? Right? Or an angel, at least? [Castiel rubs his neck, embarrassed] Dean Winchester: You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud seeding? Castiel: Look, I've never had occasion, okay? Dean Winchester: All right. Lemme tell you something. There are two things that I know for certain, one: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are *not* gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go. [Dean grabs his jacket and heads out, Castiel looks around uncertain, gets up and follows]

Castiel: [above the sound of the storm] If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back? Raphael: Did it ever occur to you that maybe, Lucifer raised you? Castiel: No. Raphael: Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. [pause, Dean looks at Cas] Raphael: You know it adds up. Castiel: [to Dean] Let's go.

[he turns, starts walking away] Raphael: Castiel! [Cas turns back] Raphael: I'm warning you. Do not leave me here. I *will* find you. Castiel: Maybe one day. But today you're *my* little bitch. [he exits] Dean Winchester: [following Cas] What he said!

[Dean and Cas are in a brothel; Castiel looks very, very nervous] Dean Winchester: Hey, *relax*. Castiel: This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here. Dean Winchester: Dude, you full-on rebelled against Heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks! [a courtesan comes over] Dean Winchester: Showtime. Courtesan: [to Cas] Hi. What's your name? [Castiel hesitates, looking more and more nervous] Dean Winchester: Cas! [Castiel jumps] Dean Winchester: His name's Cas. What's your name? Courtesan: Chastity. Dean Winchester: Chastity. Courtesan: Mm-hm. Dean Winchester: Wow. [to Cas, grinning] Dean Winchester: Is that kismet or what, buddy? [Castiel takes a long pull of beer] Dean Winchester: Well, he like you and you like him, so...

Courtesan: [taking Castiel's hand] C'mon baby. Dean Winchester: [grabbing Castiel's elbow] Oh hey, listen. [taking out a wad of bills] Dean Winchester: Take this. If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu. Go get her, Tiger. [Cas looks helplessly panicked] Dean Winchester: Don't make me push you. [Cas takes the money, follows the courtesan]

Dean Winchester: Where have you been? Castiel: Jerusalem. Dean Winchester: Oh! How was it? Castiel: Arid.

Dean Winchester: [Just before killing a vampire] Eat it, Twilight!

Dean Winchester: [Castiel is about to "transport" him and Dean to a different location] Woah! Woah! Castiel: What? Dean Winchester: The last time you zapped me someplace, I didn't poop for a week! [beat] Dean Winchester: We're driving!

Dean Winchester: Just out of curiosity, how long is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?

"Supernatural: Hook Man (#1.7)" (2005) Sheriff: [disbelieving] And you saw him too, the man with the hook. Dean Winchester: Yes, I told you, we all saw him. We fought him off, and then he ran.

Sheriff: And that's all. Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's all! [pause] Sheriff: Listen, you and your brother... Dean Winchester: [exasperated] Oh, don't worry, we're leavin' town.

Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis. Sam Winchester: Bite me.

[Dean falls on top of Sam as they sneak through a half open window] Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry! Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet! Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? You be quiet!

Dean Winchester: So you believe her. Sam Winchester: I do. Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.

Lori Sorenson: Dad... This is Sam and Dean, they're new students. Dean Winchester: Pleasure to meet you sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon. Reverend Sorenson: Thank you very much. It's so nice to find young people who are so opened to the Lord's message. Dean Winchester: [ironically] Hm.

Cute Librarian: Here you go. Arrest records, going back to 1851. Dean Winchester: Thanks. [to Sam] Dean Winchester: So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?

Sam Winchester: Welcome to higher education.

Sheriff: Put the gun down now! Now! Put your hands behind your head. Dean Winchester: W-w-wait, okay, okay! Sheriff: Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees! [They get down] Sheriff: Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it! Dean Winchester: He had the gun!

Dean Winchester: Saved your ass! Talked the sheriff down to a fine, dude, I'm Matlock! Sam Winchester: But how? Dean Winchester: Told him you were a dumb-ass pledge and that we were hazing you. Sam Winchester: What about the shotgun? Dean Winchester: I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank. Sam Winchester: And he believed you? Dean Winchester: Well, you *look* like a dumb-ass pledge.

Dean Winchester: Man, you've been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome! Sam Winchester: This wasn't really my experience. Dean Winchester: Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A's? [Sam nods] Dean Winchester: What a geek.

Sam Winchester: And listen to this, she heard scratching on the roof, found the bloody body suspended upside-down over the car. Dean Winchester: Bloody body suspended, that sounds like the... Sam Winchester: Yeah, I know, the Hook-Man legend.

Dean Winchester: That's one of the most famous urban legends ever, you don't think that we're dealing with *the* Hook-Man? Sam Winchester: Every urban legend has a source. The place where it all began. Dean Winchester: Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures, and the invisible killer? Sam Winchester: Maybe the Hook-Man isn't a man at all, what if it's some kind of spirit?

Sam Winchester: Hey, check this out. 1862, a preacher named Jacob Carnes was arrested for murder. It was like, he was so angry over the red-light district in town that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes. Uh, right here, "some of the deceased were found in their beds, sheets soaked with blood, others suspended upside-down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh." Dean Winchester: Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook. Sam Winchester: Look where all this happened. Dean Winchester: Nine Mile Road. Sam Winchester: Same place where the frat boy was killed. Dean Winchester: Nice job Dr. Venkman. Let's check it out.

[Sam and Dean sneak into the sorority house where Lori's roommate has been murdered; they see the message scratched on the wall] Sam Winchester: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light." That's right out of the legend. Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's classic Hook-Man all right. [touching his nose] Dean Winchester: And it's definitely a spirit. Sam Winchester: Yeah. I've never smelled ozone this strong before.

Sam Winchester: It was bugging me, right, so how is the Hook-Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something. [hands Dean news articles] Dean Winchester: 1932, clergyman arrested for murder. 1967, seminarian held in hippie rampage...

Sam Winchester: There's a pattern here. In both cases the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality, and then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out, get this: with a sharp instrument. Dean Winchester: What's the connection to Lori? Sam Winchester: A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality? [Dean nods, getting it] Sam Winchester: Except, maybe this time instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his own daughter. Dean Winchester: Reverend Sorenson. You think he's summoning the spirit? Sam Winchester: Maybe. Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person, instead of a place? Dean Winchester: Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay. Sam Winchester: Without the reverend ever even knowing it. Dean Winchester: Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight. Sam Winchester: What about you? [Dean looks at the party, disappointed] Dean Winchester: [sighs] I'm gonna go see if I can find that unmarked grave.

Sam Winchester: I don't think the spirit is latching on to the reverend. Dean Winchester: Well yeah, the guy wouldn't send the Hook-Man after *himself*. Sam Winchester: I think it's latching onto Lori. Last night she found out that her father is having an affair with a married woman. Dean Winchester: So what? Sam Winchester: So, she's upset about it. She's upset about the *immorality* of it. She told me she was raised to believe, if you do something wrong, you get punished. Dean Winchester: Okay, so she's conflicted, and the spirit of Preacher Carnes is latching onto her repressed emotions and maybe he's doing the punishing for her. Huh? Sam Winchester: Right. Rich comes on too strong. Taylor tried to make her into a party girl. Dad has an affair. Dean Winchester: Remind me not to piss this girl off. But I burned those bones, I buried them in salt, why didn't that stop him?

Sam Winchester: You must've missed something. Dean Winchester: No. I burned everything in that coffin. Sam Winchester: Did you get the hook? Dean Winchester: The hook?

[about the hook] Sam Winchester: Well, it was the murder weapon, and, in a way, it was part of him. Dean Winchester: So like the bones, the hook is the source of his power! Sam Winchester: So if we find the hook... Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: [together] We stop the Hook-man!

Dean Winchester: [looking through records] Here's somethin' I think. Logbook, Iowa state penitentiary, Carnes, Jacob, personal effects, disposition thereof. Sam Winchester: Does it mention the hook? Dean Winchester: Maybe. "Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabus Church." Sam Winchester: Isn't that where Lori's father preaches? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Sam Winchester: Where Lori *lives*? Dean Winchester: Maybe that's why the Hook-man's been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the last two hundred years. Sam Winchester: Yeah, but if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone might have seen it? I mean, a blood-stained, silver-handled hook? Dean Winchester: Check the church records. Sam Winchester: [checking] St. Barnabus, donations, 1862, received, silver-handled hook, from State Penitentiary. Reforged. They melted it down. Made it into something else.

[the Hook-man is attacking them; Sam is wounded trying to protect Lori; Dean runs up behind with the shotgun] Dean Winchester: SAM! DROP!

[Sam drops; Dean shoots the Hook-man with salt rounds] Sam Winchester: I thought we got all the silver! Dean Winchester: So did I! Sam Winchester: Then why is he still here? Dean Winchester: Well maybe we missed somethin'! [Sam looks around, notices Lori's cross] Sam Winchester: Lori, where'd you get that chain? Lori Sorenson: [bewildered] M-my father gave it to me! Dean Winchester: Where'd your Dad get it? Lori Sorenson: He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school... Sam Winchester: Is it silver? Lori Sorenson: Yes! [Sam yanks the chain from her neck, tosses it to Dean; scratches begin to drag across the walls] Dean Winchester: Sam! [tosses Sam the shotgun and salt rounds, Sam holds off the Hook-man while Dean runs downstairs and throws the necklace in the fire]

"Supernatural: Home (#1.9)" (2005) [Dean reads stories from the news, Sam is sketching a tree in a notepad] Dean Winchester: All right, I been cruisin' some websites, think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished. And uh, got some cattle mutilations in west Texas... [notices that Sam doesn't seem to be listening] Dean Winchester: Hey! Am I boring you with this "hunting evil" stuff? Sam Winchester: No, I'm listening. Keep goin'. Dean Winchester: And here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head... three times. [holds up three fingers, starts waving at Sam] Dean Winchester: Any of these things blowing up your skirt pal?

Sam Winchester: I know where we have to go next. Dean Winchester: Where? Sam Winchester: Back home, back to Kansas. Dean Winchester: OK random, where'd that come from?

[they pull up outside their old house] Sam Winchester: You gonna be all right, man? Dean Winchester: Let me get back to you on that.

Dean Winchester: Trust you? C'mon man, that's weak, you gotta give me a little bit more than that. Sam Winchester: I can't... really explain it, is all. Dean Winchester: Well tough! I'm not goin' anywhere until you do! [pause] Sam Winchester: I have these nightmares. Dean Winchester: [nods] I've noticed... Sam Winchester: And sometimes... they come true. [a beat] Dean Winchester: Come again?

Sam Winchester: Look Dean... I dreamt about Jessica's death. For days before it happened. Dean Winchester: Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence. Sam Winchester: [increasingly agitated] No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it because I didn't believe it, and now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house and about some woman inside screaming for help, I mean, that's where it all started, man! This has to mean something, right? Dean Winchester: [freaked] I don't know. Sam Winchester: You don't... what do you mean you don't know, Dean? This, this woman might be in danger! I mean this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!

Dean Winchester: All right, just slow down, would ya? I mean, first you tell me you've got 'The Shining' and then you tell me that I've got to go back home? Especially when... Sam Winchester: When what? Dean Winchester: When I swore to myself that I would never go back there? Sam Winchester: Look. Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure. [pause, Dean nods] Dean Winchester: I know we do.

Sairie: Mom? Ask them if it was here when they lived here. [pause, Jenny looks at the brothers] Sam Winchester: What, Sairie? Sairie: The thing in my closet. Jenny: Oh no, baby, there's nothing in their closets. [to Sam and Dean] Jenny: Right? Sam Winchester: Right. No. No, of course not. Jenny: She had a nightmare the other night. Sairie: I wasn't dreaming! It came into my bedroom. And it was on fire! [cut to Dean and Sam walking out of the house] Sam Winchester: [agitated] You hear that? A figure on fire! Dean Winchester: And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams? Sam Winchester: Yeah! And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit! Dean Winchester: Yeah well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true.

[on the phone] Dean Winchester: Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you get 'em... But, I'm with Sam. And we're in Lawrence, and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the

thing that killed mom or not. But, I don't know what to do... So whatever you're doing, if you could get here... Please. I need your help Dad.

Missouri Moseley: Well, let me look at you. Haha, ooh, you boys grew up handsome. [laughs, looks at Dean] Missouri Moseley: And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too. [Sam grins widely, amused] Missouri Moseley: Sam. [she takes Sam's hand, her tone turns sympathetic] Missouri Moseley: Oh, honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father. He's missin'? Sam Winchester: How'd you know all that? Missouri Moseley: Well, you were just thinkin' it, just now. Dean Winchester: Well, where is he, is he okay? Missouri Moseley: I don't know. Dean Winchester: Don't know? You're supposed to be a psychic, right? Missouri Moseley: [irritated] Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't just pull facts outta thin air!

Missouri Moseley: Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon! Dean Winchester: I didn't do anything! Missouri Moseley: Well you were thinkin' about it!

Missouri Moseley: Is that an EMF? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Missouri Moseley: Amateur!

Dean Winchester: Well, one thing's for damn sure. Nobody's dying in this house ever again.

[Sam is being held against the wall by the poltergeist; Dean raises his gun to shoot the approaching fiery figure] Sam Winchester: No don't! Don't! Dean Winchester: What, why? Sam Winchester: Because I know who it is. I can see her now. [their mother materializes out of the flames; Dean lowers his gun] Dean Winchester: Mom. Mary Winchester: [smiling] Dean. [she walks over to Sam] Mary Winchester: Sam. I'm sorry. Sam Winchester: [bewildered] F-for what? [she looks at him sadly, then turns and addresses the poltergeist] Mary Winchester: You get out of my house. And let go of my son! [she goes up in flames and disappears; Sam is released]

[after learning that John used to go to a palm reader] Sam Winchester: [looking in a phone book] All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town, there's uh, there's someone named El Divino, there's... [laughs] Sam Winchester: There's "the Mysterious Mister Fortinski." Uh, Missouri Moseley... Dean Winchester: Wait wait. Missouri Moseley? Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: That's a psychic? Sam Winchester: [checking the book] Uh... yeah, yeah I guess so. [Dean gets the journal out of the car] Dean Winchester: Dad's journal. Here, look at this. First page, first sentence, read that. Sam Winchester: [reads] "I went to Missouri, and I learned the truth." Dean Winchester: [shrugs] I always thought he meant the state.

Missouri Moseley: [coming out with a client] All right then. Don't you worry about a thing. You're wife is crazy about you. [client thanks her, she closes the door after him] Missouri Moseley: Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener. Dean Winchester: Why didn't you tell him? Missouri Moseley: People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news. [the brothers stare at her] Missouri Moseley: Well? Sam and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day.

Sam Winchester: Okay, so, our Dad. When did you first meet him? Missouri Moseley: He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say, I drew back the curtains for him. Dean Winchester: What about the fire? Do you... do you know about what killed our Mom? Missouri Moseley: A little. Your Daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing. Sam Winchester: And could you? Missouri Moseley: A little. Sam Winchester: What was it? Missouri Moseley: [softly] I don't know. Oh. But it was evil.

Missouri Moseley: So. You think somethin's back in that house. Sam Winchester: Definitely. Missouri Moseley: I... I don't understand. Sam Winchester: What? Missouri Moseley: I haven't been back inside, but, I been keepin' an eye on the place and, it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now? Sam Winchester: I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying, and, now this house, all happening at once, it just feels like something's starting.

Dean Winchester: Well that's a comforting thought.

Sam Winchester: [sketching a tree from his dream] Wait, I've seen this. Dean Winchester: Seen what? [Sam gets up, fishes John's journal out of a bag] Dean Winchester: What're you doin'? [Sam finds a family photo and compares it to his sketch] Sam Winchester: Dean, I know where we have to go next. Dean Winchester: Where? Sam Winchester: Back home. Back to Kansas. Dean Winchester: Okay, random. Where'd that come from? Sam Winchester: All right, um. [hands Dean the picture] Sam Winchester: This photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died? Dean Winchester: Yeah... Sam Winchester: And it didn't burn down, right? I mean not completely, they rebuilt it, right? Dean Winchester: I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about? Sam Winchester: Okay, look. This is gonna sound crazy, but, the people who live in our old house, I think they might be in danger. Dean Winchester: Why would you think that? Sam Winchester: [uncomfortable] Uh. I just, um. Look, just, you gotta trust me on this, okay?

"Supernatural: Bloody Mary (#1.5)" (2005) [upon getting filmed in 'night vision'] Dean Winchester: Do I look like Paris Hilton?

Officer: Hold it! Dean Winchester: Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. False alarm. I tripped the system.

Officer: Who are you? Dean Winchester: I'm the boss's kid. Officer: You're Mr. Yamishiro's kid?

Dean Winchester: Dude, I earned that money. Sam Winchester: You won it in a poker game. Dean Winchester: Yeah.

[Sam awakens from another nightmare] Sam Winchester: Why'd you let me fall asleep? Dean Winchester: Cause I'm an awesome brother. So what did you dream about? Sam Winchester: [deadpan] Lollipops and candy canes.

Sam Winchester: Find anything? Dean Winchester: Besides a whole new level of frustration? No.

Dean Winchester: A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine, committed suicide in front of a mirror. And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave. But, uh, no Mary.

Sam Winchester: But the eyes. What would cause something like that? Coronor: Capillaries can burst. Uh... I see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims. Dean Winchester: Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs? Coronor: That's a first for me. But hey, I'm not the doctor.

Sam Winchester: The Bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing? Dean Winchester: Not that I know of. Sam Winchester: I mean, everywhere else, all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it.

Dean Winchester: Well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening. Sam Winchester: The place where the legend began? [Dean nods, opens the medicine cabinet] Sam Winchester: But according to the legend, the person who says... [pauses, realizing he's in front of the medicine cabinet mirror; closes the cabinet firmly] Sam Winchester: The person who says "you know what" gets it, but here... Dean Winchester: Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah. Sam Winchester: Right. Dean Winchester: Never heard anything like that before... still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror. And the daughter's right, the way the legend goes... "you know who" scratches your eyes out. Sam Winchester: It's worth checking into.

Dean Winchester: [about Sam's plan to destroy Bloody Mary] Well, who's gonna summon her? Sam Winchester: I will. She'll come after me. Dean Winchester: All right, you know what? That's it. [pulls car over] Dean Winchester: This is about Jessica isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret? That you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to *stop*, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night - it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place. Sam Winchester: I don't blame you. Dean Winchester: Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could have done. Sam Winchester: I could have warned her. Dean Winchester: About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway. Sam Winchester: No you don't. Dean Winchester: I don't what? Sam Winchester: You don't... know all about it. I haven't told you everything. Dean Winchester: What are you talkin' about?

Sam Winchester: Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it? Dean Winchester: [looks surprised, then stern] No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it. Sam Winchester: Dean that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doin' this. You've got to let me do this.

Dean Winchester: Hey, Sam? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: Now that this is all over I want you to tell me what that secret was. Sam Winchester: Look, you're my brother, and I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.

[Seeing the well dressed people at the funeral reception] Dean Winchester: Feel like we're underdressed.

Dean Winchester: [about Shoemaker's death] Were there ever any symptoms? Dizziness, migraines? Donna Shoemaker: No. Lily Shoemaker: [turning to Donna] That's because it wasn't a stroke! Donna Shoemaker: Lily, don't say that. Sam Winchester: What? Donna Shoemaker: I'm sorry, she's just upset. Lily Shoemaker: No, it happened because of me! Donna Shoemaker: Sweetie, it didn't. Sam Winchester: Lily, why would you say something like that? Lily Shoemaker: Right before he died, I said it! Sam Winchester: You said what? Lily Shoemaker: Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. [pause] Lily Shoemaker: She took his eyes, that's what she does!

Donna Shoemaker: That's not why Dad died, this isn't your fault! Dean Winchester: I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could've been Bloody Mary. I mean, your Dad didn't say it, did he? Lily Shoemaker: No, I don't think so.

[Jill has been killed by Bloody Mary] Charlie: [sobbing] ... And they found her on the bathroom floor, and h-h-her, her *eyes*... they were g-gone. Sam Winchester: I'm sorry. Charlie: And she said it! I heard her say it! But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right? Dean Winchester: No, you're not insane. Charlie: [softly] Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse. Sam Winchester: Look, we think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained. Dean Winchester: And we're gonna stop it.

Sam Winchester: The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern. Dean Winchester: I know, I was thinkin' the same thing. Sam Winchester: With Mr. Shoemaker, and Jill's hit-and-run... Dean Winchester: Both had secrets where people died. Sam Winchester: Right. I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors, that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul which is why it's bad luck to break 'em. Dean Winchester: Right, right. Yeah, so maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, Mary sees it... and punishes you for it. Sam Winchester: Whether you're the one that summoned her or not.

Sam Winchester: [on the phone] Oh really? Ah, that's too bad, Mr. Worthington, I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. All right, thanks. [hangs up] Dean Winchester: So?

Sam Winchester: So, that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it. One weeks ago. To a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo. Dean Winchester: So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes? Sam Winchester: Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow. Dean Winchester: Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits? Sam Winchester: Yeah there is, yeah, when someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the ghosts wouldn't get trapped. Dean Winchester: So Mary dies in front of a mirror and it draws in her spirit. Sam Winchester: Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors? Dean Winchester: I dunno, but if the mirror's the source I say we find it and smash it.

"Supernatural: Provenance (#1.19)" (2006) Sam Winchester: I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing! Dean Winchester: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.

Dean Winchester: And what was the... providence? Sam Winchester: Provenance. It's a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use 'em to track the history of the pieces, see if anything's got a freaky past. Dean Winchester: Huh. Well, we're not getting anything outta Chuckles, but uh, Sarah... Sam Winchester: Yeah. Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin. Dean Winchester: Not me. Sam Winchester: Oh, no no no no. Pickups are your thing, Dean. Dean Winchester: It wasn't my butt she was checking out.

Sam Winchester: Why are you trying so hard to get me laid? Dean Winchester: Why are you trying so hard to *not* get laid?

Dean Winchester: [as they torch the painting] Ugly ass thing... If you ask me, we're doing the art world a favor.

Dean Winchester: I think we need to take a little shore leave; just a little bit. What do you think, huh? [gestures towards girl sitting at the bar] Dean Winchester: I'm so in the door with this one. Dean Winchester: I'm so in the door with this one. Sam Winchester: [glances at her] So what are we today, Dean, um, rock stars? Are we Army Rangers? Dean Winchester: Reality TV scouts looking for people with special skills. Well hey, it's not that far off, right?

Sam Winchester: You all right? Sarah Blake: No, actually, I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's, alone, and found her like that! Sam Winchester: Thank you. Sarah Blake: Don't thank me, I'm about to call 'em right back if you don't tell me what the hell's going on. Who's killing these people? Sam Winchester: What. Sarah Blake: What? Sam Winchester: It's not who, it's what, is killing those people. [Sarah looks at him, confused] Sam Winchester: Sarah, you saw that painting move. Sarah Blake: No. No, I was, I was seeing things! It's impossible! Dean Winchester: Yeah well, welcome to our world. Sam Winchester: Sarah, I know this sounds crazy, but we think that that painting is haunted. Sarah Blake: You're joking. [pause] Sarah Blake: You're *not* joking. God, the guys I go out with. Sam Winchester: Sarah, think about it. Evelyn. The Telescas. They both had the painting. And there've been others before that, wherever this thing goes, people die. And we're just tryin' to stop it. And that's the truth.

Sarah Blake: Well then I guess you better show me. I'm coming with you. Sam Winchester: What? No. Sarah, no, you should just go home. This stuff can get dangerous, and... and I don't want you to get hurt. Sarah Blake: Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this, well me and my Dad sold that painting, and we might have got these people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared, because I am scared as hell, but I'm not gonna run and hide either. So are we going, or what? [she walks out the door] Dean Winchester: Sam? Marry that girl.

Sarah Blake: [as Dean begins to pick the locks] Uh... Isn't this a crime scene? Dean Winchester: What? You've already lied to the cops. What's another infraction?

Dean Winchester: [Sam goes back and kisses Sarah] That's my boy.

Dean Winchester: Grant Wood? Grandma Moses? What? Sam Winchester: Art History course. It's good for meetin' girls. Dean Winchester: It's like I don't even know you.

Librarian: You said the Isaiah Merchant family, right? Sam Winchester: Yeah, that's right. Librarian: I dug up every scrap of all the history I could find. So uh, are you boys crime buffs? Dean Winchester: Kind of, yeah. Why do you ask? Librarian: Well. [he pulls out an old newspaper page with the headline "New Titanic Sinks"; underneath is a smaller article titled "Father Slaughters Family, Kills Self"] Dean Winchester: Yes, yeah, that sounds about right. Sam Winchester: The whole family was killed? Librarian: It seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids' throats, then his wife, then himself. Now he was a barber by trade: used a straight razor.

Sam Winchester: Why'd he do it? Librarian: [turning the paper over] Well, let's look. [reads] Librarian: Uh, people who knew him described Isaiah as having stern and harsh temperament. Controlled his family with an iron fist, uh, wife, uh, two sons, adopted daughter, uh yeah, there were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave, um, which of course, you know, in that day and age... So instead, Old Man Isaiah, well, he gave 'em all a shave. [draws a hand across his throat in a slitting motion; Dean laughs briefly] Dean Winchester: Does it say what happened to the bodies? Librarian: Just that they were all cremated.

Sam Winchester: [agitated] I'm telling you man, I'm sure of it! Painting at the auction house, Dad is looking down. [shoving the copy from the history book across to Dean] Sam Winchester: Painting here? Dad's looking out! The painting has changed, Dean! Dean Winchester: Ah, so you think that uh, Daddy Dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbia Neckties like he did with his family? Sam Winchester: Well yeah, it seems like it. But if his bones are already dusted, then how're we gonna stop him? Dean Winchester: All right, well if Isaiah's position changed, then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well, you know, could give us some clues. Sam Winchester: What, like a Da Vinci Code deal? Dean Winchester: I don't... know, I'm just still waitin' on the movie for that one. Anyway we gotta get back in and see that painting.

Sam Winchester: Dude, enough already. Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: What? Ever since we got here you've been tryin' to pimp me out to Sarah! Just, back off, all right? Dean Winchester: Well you like her, don't you? All right, you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults...

Sam Winchester: What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave! We always leave! Dean Winchester: Well I'm not talkin' about marriage, Sam! Sam Winchester: You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up? Dean Winchester: Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time. [pause, Sam makes an exasperated noise] Dean Winchester: You know, seriously Sam, this isn't about just hooking up, okay? I mean I, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you. And I don't mean any disrespect, but I'm, I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that, but... I would think that she would want you to be happy. God forbid have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she? Sam Winchester: [softly] Yeah I know she would. [Dean nods] Sam Winchester: Yeah you're right. Part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part. Dean Winchester: What's it about? [pause, Sam looks away] Dean Winchester: Yeah, all right.

Dean Winchester: It's the third bone yard we've checked. I think this ghost is jerkin' us around. Sarah Blake: [to Sam] So this is what you guys do for a living? Sam Winchester: Not exactly. We don't get paid.

[inside the Merchant family crypt; Sarah notices a doll entombed above the daughter's urn] Sarah Blake: Okay, that right there, is the creepiest thing I've ever seen. Sam Winchester: I was uh, sort of a tradition at the time. Whenever a child died, sometimes they'd preserve the kid's favorite toy in a glass case right next to the headstone or crypt. Dean Winchester: You notice anything strange here? Sarah Blake: Uh, where do I start? Dean Winchester: No, that's not what I mean. Look at the urns. Sam Winchester: Yeah, there are only four. Dean Winchester: Yeah, Mom and the three kids. Daddy Dearest isn't here.

[about the girl's ghost] Dean Winchester: [on cell] How're we gonna waste her? Sam Winchester: I dunno, she was already cremated, there's nothin' left to burn. Dean Winchester: Well then how's she still around? Sam Winchester: There must be somethin' else. Sarah Blake: Sam wait! We used to handle antique dolls at the auction. Sam Winchester: Well that's fascinating Sarah, but important right now? Sarah Blake: Well back then, they used to make the dolls in the kid's image, I mean everything, like they, they would use the kid's real hair! Sam Winchester: Dean? Sarah says the doll might have the girl's real hair. Human remains, same as bones. Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester: The mausoleum!

"Supernatural: Phantom Traveler (#1.4)" (2005) Sam Winchester: What is that? Dean Winchester: It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies. Sam Winchester: Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up old walkman? Dean Winchester: 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade. Sam Winchester: Yeah. I can see that. [Dean looks offended and walks away from him]

Dean Winchester: More powerful? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: How? Sam Winchester: Well, it doesn't need to possess anyone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on its own. Dean Winchester: Oh. And why is that a good thing?

Sam Winchester: Alright. Its time for plan B. We're getting on that plane. Dean Winchester: Now, just hold on a second. Sam Winchester: Dean, that plane is leaving. With over a hundred passengers on board. And if we're right, that plane is going to crash. Dean Winchester: I know! Sam Winchester: Ok! So we're getting on that plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets, you just go get whatever you can out of the trunk, whatever will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes. [pause] Sam Winchester: Are you ok? Dean Winchester: No. Not really. Sam Winchester: What? What's wrong? Dean Winchester: Well, I kind of have a problem with, uh... Sam Winchester: Flying? Dean Winchester: It's never really been an issue till now! Sam Winchester: You're joking, right? Dean Winchester: Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam? Sam Winchester: Alright. Uh. I'll go. Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: I'll do this one on my own. Dean Winchester: Are you nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash. Sam Winchester: Look, Dean, we can do it together or I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option here! Dean Winchester: [completely distressed] Come on. Really? Man.

Dean Winchester: When was the last time you got a good night of sleep? Sam Winchester: I don't know. Awhile ago, I guess. It's not a big deal. Dean Winchester: Yeah, it is.

Sam Winchester: Look, I appreciate your concern. Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive so I need you sharp. Seriously you're still having nightmares about Jess? Sam Winchester: Yeah but it's not just her, it's everything. I just forgot, you know, this job, man, it gets to you. Dean Winchester: Well, you can't let it. Can't bring it home like that. Sam Winchester: So what? All this never keeps you up at night? Never? You're never afraid? Dean Winchester: No, not really. [Sam draws out a big knife from under Dean's pillow] Dean Winchester: That's not fear, that's precaution. Sam Winchester: Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.

Sam Winchester: What if she's already possessed? Dean Winchester: There's ways to test that. I brought holy water. Sam Winchester: No. I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of god. Dean Winchester: Oh. Nice. [gets up and starts to walk away] Sam Winchester: Hey. Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: Say it in Latin. Dean Winchester: I know. [starts to walk away again] Sam Winchester: Hey! Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: Uh, in Latin, its 'christo.' Dean Winchester: Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot!

Dean Winchester: Alright, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet.

Sam Winchester: You said Christo? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Sam Winchester: And? Dean Winchester: There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her.

Dean Winchester: Man. I look like one of the Blues Brothers! Sam Winchester: No, you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance. Dean Winchester: [looks himself up and down] I hate this thing.

[Dean uses his suit jacket to hop a barbed-wire fence unscathed] Dean Winchester: Wow, these monkey suits do come in handy.

Dean Winchester: Did you get any sleep last night? Sam Winchester: Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours. Dean Winchester: Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching the George Foreman infomercial. Sam Winchester: Hey, what can I say, its riveting TV. Dean Winchester: When's the last time you got a good night's sleep? Sam Winchester: I dunno, a little while I guess. It's not a big deal. Dean Winchester: Yeah, it is. Sam Winchester: Look, I appreciate your concern. Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp. Seriously, you still havin' nightmares about Jess? Sam Winchester: Yeah. But it's not just her, it's everything. I just forgot, you know, this job. Man, it gets to you. Dean Winchester: Well, you can't let it. You can't bring it home like that. Sam Winchester: So what, all this, it never keeps you up at night? [Dean shakes his head] Sam Winchester: Never. You're never afraid.

Dean Winchester: No, not really. [Sam laughs and pulls a big knife from under Dean's pillow] Dean Winchester: That's not fear. That is precaution.

Sam Winchester: Just try to relax. Dean Winchester: Just try to shut up!

Sam Winchester: [whilst Dean is sleeping, slams door and walks in, coffee in hand] Mornin', sunshine. Dean Winchester: [groans] What time is it? Sam Winchester: Oh, it's about 5:45. Dean Winchester: In the morning? Sam Winchester: Yep. Dean Winchester: Where does the day go?

Dean Winchester: All right, this is going to sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "The Truth Is Out There" speech right now...

Sam Winchester: [in their seats on a plane. Dean is afraid of flying] You're humming Metallica? Dean Winchester: It calms me down.

Dean Winchester: Come on, that can't be normal! Sam Winchester: Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence. Dean Winchester: Sam, this plane is going to crash, OK? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four! Sam Winchester: [calmly] You need to calm down. Dean Winchester: Well, I'm sorry I can't! Sam Winchester: [More calmly] Yes, you can. Dean Winchester: Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help-yoga crap. It's not helping!

Sam Winchester: [sternly] Dean, you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession so you *need* to calm yourself down, right now.

Sam Winchester: You've been in there forever. Dean Winchester: You can't rush perfection.

"Supernatural: Yellow Fever (#4.6)" (2008) Dean Winchester: [high pitched scream at seeing a cat] That was scary!

Sam Winchester: [upon finding Dean in the parking lot of the hotel] What are you doing waiting out here anyway? Dean Winchester: Our room's on the fourth floor... That's high.

Sam Winchester: We've been ignoring the biggest clue we have. You! Dean Winchester: I don't wanna be a clue!

Dean Winchester: Am I haunted? Am I haunted?

Sam Winchester: Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel. Dean Winchester: Sam, I'm not going to make a left hand turn into on coming traffic. I'm not suicidal. Did I just say that? That's kind of weird.

Sam Winchester: Dude, you're going 20. Dean Winchester: And? Sam Winchester: That's the speed limit. Dean Winchester: What? Safety's a crime now?

Dean Winchester: I don't scare people. Sam Winchester: Dean all we do is scare people.

Dean Winchester: Okay, well, then you're a dick, too. Sam Winchester: Apparently I'm not.

Sam Winchester: Basically they were all dicks. Dean Winchester: So, you're saying I'm a dick?

Dean Winchester: On the up-side, I'm still alive, so, uh, go team!

Sam Winchester: How're you feeling, by the way? Dean Winchester: Fine. Bobby Singer: You sure, Dean? 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary. Dean Winchester: I'm fine. What, you wanna go hunt? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything. Sam Winchester: Aww... Bobby Singer: He's adorable.

Dean Winchester: [the boys hand there badges to Jack Garland] Those are real. Obviously. I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh? That's just nutty.

Dean Winchester: This isn't gonna work. I mean, come on, these badges are fake, what if we get busted, we could go to jail! Sam Winchester: Dean, shhh! Calm down. Deep breath, okay? [Dean takes a deep breath] Sam Winchester: There, you feel better? [Dean shakes his head, no] Sam Winchester: Just, come on.

Dean Winchester: We just wanna see the results of Frank's autopsy. Doctor: What autopsy?

Dean Winchester: [smirks] The one you're gonna do.

Dean Winchester: Let's do this! [opens trunk, then looks over at the factory] Dean Winchester: It's a little spooky, isn't it? [Sam holds out a pistol for Dean] Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm not carrying that. [Sam looks confused] Dean Winchester: It could go off! I'll man the flashlight. Sam Winchester: You do that.

Dean Winchester: I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing? Sam Winchester: We're hunting a ghost. Dean Winchester: A ghost, exactly. Who does that? Sam Winchester: Us. Dean Winchester: Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people. We are insane. You know, and then there's the-the-the bad diner food. And-and the-the skeevy motel rooms. And then the truck stop waitress with the bizzare rash. I mean who wants this life Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so. I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and-and-and I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you, you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. I mean, you know what? [throws keys to Sam] Dean Winchester: You can forget it. Sam Winchester: Whoa, Dean. Where are you going? Dean Winchester: Stay away from me, Sam. Okay? 'Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the-the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse! I'm out. I'm done. I quit.

"Supernatural: Bloodlust (#2.3)" (2006) Dean Winchester: I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now.

Sheriff: What newspaper did you say you worked for? Dean Winchester: World Weekly News. Sam Winchester: Weekly World News. Dean Winchester: World... Sam Winchester: Weekly World News. Dean Winchester: Wor... I'm new. Sheriff: Get out of my office.

Sheriff: What newspaper did you say you boys were from? Dean Winchester: World Weekly News. Sam Winchester: [correcting him] Weekly World News. Dean Winchester: [mumbles] Weekly Worl[out loud] Dean Winchester: I'm new.

Dean Winchester: You're good... you're a monster pain in the ass... but you're good.

Dean Winchester: Wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up. Sam Winchester: What do you mean? Dean Winchester: Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives... Sam Winchester: [cautious, not knowing where this is going] Okay... Dean Winchester: What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us... Sam Winchester: [compassionate] Dean, after what happened to Mom - Dad did the best he could.

Dean Winchester: I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate these things? And man, I hate 'em, I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it. Sam Winchester: You didn't kill Lenore. Dean Winchester: No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all. Sam Winchester: Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters. Dean Winchester: Yeah. [silent beat, looking away] Dean Winchester: Because you're a pain in my ass. Sam Winchester: [smiling] Guess I might have to stick around and be a pain in the ass then. Dean Winchester: [Humble and dead straight] Thanks. Sam Winchester: Don't mention it.

Dean Winchester: [driving his rebuilt 1967 Chevy Impala] Whoo! Listen to her purr. You ever heard anything so sweet? Sam Winchester: You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean. Dean Winchester: [talking to the car] Don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us.

Dean Winchester: Put the lotion in the basket.

Dean Winchester: [about John] He was one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, but he just kept on coming, so you're saying to yourself, "He's indestructable. Nothing can kill my dad," and then just like that... he's gone.

[Dean is talking to the Impala] Sam Winchester: [Amused] You know, if you two want to get a room, just let me know, Dean. Dean Winchester: [to the car] Aw, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us.

Dean Winchester: Sam, clock me one. Come on. Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go.

[Braces himself to be punched] Sam Winchester: No! Dean Winchester: Let's go. You get a freebie. Hit me. Come on. Sam Winchester: You look like you just went 12 rounds with a block of cement, Dean. [smiling, turning away] Sam Winchester: I'll take a raincheck.

Dean Winchester: So... we're looking for some people. Eli: Sure, its hard to be lonely.

Dean Winchester: So I picked up this cross bow and I hit that ugly sucker with a silver tipped arrow straight in the heart. Sammy's waiting in the car and me and my Dad take that thing into the woods and burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire and I'm thinking to myself I'm sixteen years old, kids my age worried about pimples, prom dates and I'm seeing things that they'll never even know, never even dream of. So right then I sort of... Gordon Walker: Embraced the life.

Sam Winchester: [while examining a severed head] Dean, get me a bucket. Dean Winchester: You find something? Sam Winchester: No, I'm going to puke.

[after punching Gordon] Dean Winchester: Ok, I'm good now. We can go.

"Supernatural: Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things (#2.4)" (2006) Dean Winchester: Neil, it's your grief counselors. We've come to hug.

Dean Winchester: It takes two to... you know... have hardcore sex.

Sam Winchester: Dean, what is it? Dean Winchester: I'm sorry. Sam Winchester: You...? For what? Dean Winchester: The way I've been acting. [long beat] Dean Winchester: And for dad. I mean he was your dad too, and it's my fault that he's gone. Sam Winchester: What are you talking about? Dean Winchester: I know you've been thinking it, so have I. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, full recovery. It was a miracle, and five minutes later dad's dead and the colt's gone. Sam Winchester: Dean... Dean Winchester: You can't tell me there's not a a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly, but dad's dead because of me and that much I do know. Sam Winchester: We don't know that, not for sure. Dean Winchester: Sam, you and dad, you're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should have come back Sam, it wasn't natural, and now look whats come of it. I was dead and I should've stayed dead. You wanted to know I was feeling, well thats it. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that alright?

Dean Winchester: What's dead should stay dead - didn't you see Pet Sematary?

Dean Winchester: Sam, if you bring up dad's death one more time, I swear... Sam Winchester: Please, Dean, it's killing you, please. We've already lost dad, we've lost mom, I've lost Jessica. And now I'm gonna lose you too? Dean Winchester: We better get out of here before the cops come. I hear you, okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass and I'm sorry. [Sam nods] Dean Winchester: But right now we got a freaking zombie running around, we need to figure out how to kill it. [Sam smiles]

Dean Winchester: Right? Sam Winchester: Our lives are weird, man. Dean Winchester: You're telling me. Come on.

Dean Winchester: [giving another fake name] My name's Alan, Alan Stanwick.

Dean Winchester: Damn, that dead chick can run!

Dean Winchester: [Dean and Sam are discussing how to kill a zombie] Dean Winchester: We can't just waste her with a headshot? Sam Winchester: Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks. Dean Winchester: You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em? Sam Winchester: No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them. Some say setting them on fire, one said... where is it? Right here: feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. But who knows what's real and what's myth? Dean Winchester: Is there anything they all have in common? Sam Winchester: No, but a few said silver might work.

Sam Winchester: Silver bullets? Dean Winchester: I've got enough to make her rattle like a change purse.

[Re-burrying Angela's corpse] Sam Winchester: Rest in peace. Dean Winchester: For good this time, okay?

Dean Winchester: This is where he keeps his porn.

Sam Winchester: Do you think she's in?

Dean Winchester: Nah I think she went out to rent beaches. Sam Winchester: Look smart ass she might kill someone.

Sam Winchester: Did we have to use me as bait? Dean Winchester: I figured you were more her type. She had pretty crappy taste in guys.

"Supernatural: A Very Supernatural Christmas (#3.8)" (2007) Dean Winchester: You fudging touch me agian I'll fudging kill you!

Sam Winchester: Well, we're not dealing with the anti-Clause. Dean Winchester: What'd Bobby say? Sam Winchester: Uh, that we're morons.

Dean Winchester: Find anything? Sam Winchester: Stockings, mistletoe, this... [hands Dean the tooth] Dean Winchester: A tooth? Where was this? Sam Winchester: In the chimney. Dean Winchester: Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney, it's too narrow. Sam Winchester: No way he fits up in one piece.

Dean Winchester: So, was I right? Is it the serial killing chimney sweep? Sam Winchester: Yup. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke. Dean Winchester: Who? Sam Winchester: Mary Poppins? Dean Winchester: Who's that? Sam Winchester: Oh come on... Nevermind.

Dean Winchester: So what the hell do you think we're dealing with? Sam Winchester: Actually, I have an idea. Dean Winchester: Yeah? Sam Winchester: Yeah. It's gonna sound crazy... Dean Winchester: What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to me? Sam Winchester: Um... Evil Santa. Dean Winchester: ...Yeah, that's crazy.

Dean Winchester: What are we looking for again? Sam Winchester: Um, lore says that the Anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets. Dean Winchester: Great, so we're looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets? Sam Winchester: Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know? Dean Winchester: That's creepy.

Dean Winchester: Wreaths, huh? You sure you didn't want to ask about her shoes? You know, I saw some nice handbags in the foyer... Sam Winchester: We've seen that wreath beore, Dean. Dean Winchester: Where? Sam Winchester: The Walshes. Yesterday. Dean Winchester: [trying to cover] ...I know... I was just testing you.

Dean Winchester: [re: Meadowsweet] Why would someone be using that as Christmas wreaths? Sam Winchester: You know, it's not as crazy as it sounds, Dean. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition *is* Pagan. Dean Winchester: Christmas is Jesus's birthday. Sam Winchester: No, Jesus's birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the church and renamed Christmas. But I mean the yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit is all remnants of Pagan worship.

Dean Winchester: How do you know that? What are you going to tell me next, the Easter Bunny's Jewish?

Dean Winchester: So all these Martha Stewart wannabes buying these fancy wreaths... Sam Winchester: Yup, it pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying "come kill us".

Dean Winchester: So you think we're dealing with a pagan god? Sam Winchester: Yeah, probably Hold McCar, god of the winter solstice. [reading from a book] Sam Winchester: Huh. When you sacrifice to Hold McCar, guess what he gives you in return? Dean Winchester: Lap dances, hopefully.

Dean Winchester: Remember that wreath dad brought home that one year? Sam Winchester: You mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store? Dean Winchester: Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. [laughs] Dean Winchester: That thing was great.

Dean Winchester: [Madge cuts Dean's arm] You bitch! Madge Carrigan: [stands up and looks offended] Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? Fudge. Dean Winchester: [stares at her incredulously] I'll try an remember that.

Edward Carrigan: Now open wide, and say "ah". [Edward sticks a pair of plyers in Dean's mouth, preparing to pull out a tooth. The doorbell rings, and everyone freezes] Dean Winchester: [with pliers in his mouth] Is somebody gonna get that? [the Carrigans look at each other. The doorbell rings again] Dean Winchester: [with pliers still in his mouth] You should get that.

"Supernatural: Asylum (#1.10)" (2005) Dean Winchester: Hey, I got a question for ya. You seen a lot of horror movies, yeah? Katherine: Yeah, I guess so. Dean Winchester: Do me a favor, next time you see one, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don't go in.

Sam Winchester: Dean. When are we gonna talk about it? Dean Winchester: Talk about what? Sam Winchester: About the fact that Dad's not here. Dean Winchester: Oh, uh, let's see, never. Sam Winchester: I'm being serious, man. Dean Winchester: So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later. Sam Winchester: It doesn't matter what he wants! Dean Winchester: See, that attitude, right there? That is why I always got the extra cookie.

Dean Winchester: The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit... is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer.

Dean Winchester: You're not gonna try and kill me are you? Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: Good, 'cuz that would be awkward.

Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.

Sam Winchester: [about the EMF] You gettin' any reading on that thing or not? Dean Winchester: Nope. 'Course, doesn't mean nobody's home. Sam Winchester: Spirits can appear at certain hours of the day.

Dean Winchester: Yeah, the freaks come out at night.

Sam Winchester: [on cell] No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought, he comes to you for munitions, maybe you see him the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything. Thanks. Dean Winchester: Caleb hasn't heard from him? Sam Winchester: Nope. Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there? Dean Winchester: No, same last time I looked. Nothin' I can make out. I love the guy but I swear he writes like freakin' Yoda.

Dean Winchester: Apparently he was experimenting on his patients. Some awful stuff, makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin.

Sam Winchester: [pointing the shotgun at Dean] Dean. Step back from the door. Dean Winchester: Sam, put the gun down. Sam Winchester: Is that an order? Dean Winchester: Nah, it's more of a friendly request. Sam Winchester: 'Cause I'm gettin' pretty tired of takin' your orders. Dean Winchester: I knew it. Ellicott did something to you, didn't he? Sam Winchester: For once in your life? Just shut your mouth. Dean Winchester: What're you gonna do Sam? Gun's filled with rock salt. Not gonna kill me. [Sam fires, Dean falls to the floor] Sam Winchester: No. But it'll hurt like hell.

Dean Winchester: [checking his cell] I don't believe it. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: It's a, a text message. It's coordinates. Sam Winchester: You think Dad was texting us?

Dean Winchester: Well, he's given us coordinates before. Sam Winchester: The man can barely work a *toaster*, Dean.

Dean Winchester: Hey, Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?

Dean Winchester: You're not gonna try and kill me are ya? Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: Good cos that would be awkward.

Sam Winchester: [about the asylum] The South Wing, it's where they housed all the real hard cases, the psychotics, the criminally insane... Dean Winchester: Sounds cozy. Sam Winchester: Yeah, and one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff, attacked each other. Dean Winchester: So what, the patients took over the asylum? Sam Winchester: Apparently. Dean Winchester: Any deaths? Sam Winchester: Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory, some of the bodies were never even recovered: including our chief of staff, Ellicott. Dean Winchester: What do you mean never recovered? Sam Winchester: Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients must've... stuffed the body somewhere hidden. Dean Winchester: Well that's grim.

"Supernatural: Dead Man's Blood (#1.20)" (2006) Sam Winchester: Hey, there's salt over here. Right inside the door. Dean Winchester: You mean like protection against demons salt? Or, uh, oops I spilled the popcorn salt?

Sam Winchester: Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet. John Winchester: They were what Danny Elkins killed best... vampires. Dean Winchester: Vampires? I thought there was no such thing. Sam Winchester: You never even mentioned them, Dad. John Winchester: I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and, and others had wiped them out. I was wrong. Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late.

Dean Winchester: Tuh. Vampires. Tuh. Gets funnier every time I hear it.

John Winchester: It was them all right. Looks like they're heading West. We're gonna have to double back to get around that detour. Sam Winchester: How can you be so sure? Dean Winchester: Sam... Sam Winchester: I just wanna know we're goin' in the right direction! John Winchester: We are. Sam Winchester: How do you know? [John pulls something from his pocket] John Winchester: I found this. [Dean takes it] Dean Winchester: It's a... vampire fang. John Winchester: No fangs - teeth. The second set descends when they attack. [to Sam] John Winchester: Any more questions? All right, let's get outta here, we're losin' daylight. Hey and Dean, why don't you touch up your car, before you get rust. I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were gonna ruin it.

Kate: Car trouble? Lemme give you a lift. Take you back to my place. Dean Winchester: Ah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia.

Kate: Ooo. [Backhands him across the face; Dean falls. Kate grabs his chin and lifts him in the air] Dean Winchester: I don't normally get this friendly till the second date, but... Kate: You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends. [Kisses Dean] Dean Winchester: Sorry. Don't really stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity. [Sam and John hit the vampires with crossbow bolts; Kate looks down at the arrow in her chest] Kate: [mildly irritated] Dammit. [to John] Kate: Barely even stings. John Winchester: Give it time, sweetheart. The arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you, isn't it? [Kate passes out]

[Dean comes back after stealing dead man's blood from a mortuary] Dean Winchester: Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys.

[John reads a letter Elkins left for him] John Winchester: "If you're reading this, I'm already dead..." That sonofabitch. Dean Winchester: What is it? John Winchester: He had it the whole time! Sam Winchester: Dad, what? John Winchester: When you searched the place, did you, did you see a gun, an antique, a Colt revolver, did you see it? Dean Winchester: Uh, there was, there was an old case, but it was empty. John Winchester: They have it. Dean Winchester: You mean whatever killed Elkins? John Winchester: We gotta pick up the trail.

Sam Winchester: Wait, you want us to come with you? John Winchester: If Elkins was tellin' the truth we gotta find this gun. Sam Winchester: The gun, why? John Winchester: Because it's important, that's why!

Dean Winchester: Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten, smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks. Wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple. Sam Winchester: That's probably what Dad's thinkin'. [mutters] Sam Winchester: 'Course it'd be nice if he just *told* us what he thinks. Dean Winchester: So it *is* starting. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: Sam we been lookin' for Dad all year, now we're not with him for more than a couple hours and there's static already? Sam Winchester: No. Look, I'm happy he's okay, all right, and I'm happy that we're all workin' together again. Dean Winchester: Good. Sam Winchester: It's just the way he treats us like we're children! Dean Winchester: Oh God. Sam Winchester: He, he barks orders at us, Dean! He expects us to follow him without question! He keeps us on some crap "need to know" deal! Dean Winchester: Sam, he does what he does for a reason. Sam Winchester: What reason? Dean Winchester: Our job! There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error! All right, it's just the way the old man runs things. Sam Winchester: Yeah, well maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, all right? Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean are you tellin' me you're cool with just followin' the line and lettin' him run the whole show? [Dean hesitates] Dean Winchester: If that's what it takes.

John Winchester: Get back in the car. Sam Winchester: No. John Winchester: I said get back in the damn car! Sam Winchester: Yeah, and I said no! Dean Winchester: All right, you made your point tough guy. Look, we're all tired, we can talk about this later. [grabbing Sam] Dean Winchester: Sammy I mean it, come on. Sam Winchester: [under his breath] This is why I left in the first place. John Winchester: [dangerous] What'd you say? Sam Winchester: You heard me! John Winchester: [angry] Yeah. You left! Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam, you walked away! Dean Winchester: Stop it, both of you! Sam Winchester: [increasingly belligerent] You're the one who said don't come back, Dad. You were the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore! [they grapple; Dean shoves between them] Dean Winchester: Listen, stop it, stop it, STOP IT! That's enough! [to John] Dean Winchester: That means you too.

[observing the vampire nest] Dean Winchester: Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun. John Winchester: No. Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill 'em, is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day; doesn't mean they won't wake up. Dean Winchester: So I guess walkin' right in isn't our best option. John Winchester: Actually, that's the plan.

John Winchester: So... You boys really wanna know about this Colt? Sam Winchester: Yes sir. John Winchester: It's just a story. A legend, really. Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter. Back in 1835, when Haley's Comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us, only on horseback. The story goes, he made thirteen bullets. This hunter, he used the gun a half-dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. 'Til somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say... they say this gun can kill anything. Dean Winchester: Kill anything, like supernatural anything? Sam Winchester: Like the demon. John Winchester: Yeah, the demon. Ever since I picked up its trail, I been lookin' for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it.

Sam Winchester: But after, we're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun *together*, right? [pause] Sam Winchester: You're leaving again, aren't you? You *still* wanna go after the demon alone? You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this. John Winchester: Like what? Sam Winchester: Like children! John Winchester: You *are* my children. I'm tryin' to keep you safe. Dean Winchester: Dad, all due respect but uh, that's a bunch of crap. [Sam and John look at him in surprise] John Winchester: Excuse me? Dean Winchester: You know what Sammy and I have been huntin'. Hell, you sent us on a few huntin' trips yourself. I mean you can't be that worried about keepin' us safe. John Winchester: It's not the same thing, Dean. Dean Winchester: Then what is it? Why do you want us outta the big fight? John Winchester: This demon? It's a bad sonofabitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keepin' you alive. Dean Winchester: You mean you can't be as reckless.

John Winchester: Look. I don't expect to make it outta this fight in one piece. Your mother's death? It almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too. I won't. Dean Winchester: What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die and we could've done something about it? You know I been thinkin', I think maybe Sammy's right about this one, I think we should do this together. We're stronger as a family, Dad, we just are, you know it. John Winchester: We're runnin' outta time. You do your job and you get outta the area. That's an order.

John Winchester: So boys. Sam Winchester: Yes sir. John Winchester: You ignored a direct order back there. Sam Winchester: Yes sir. Dean Winchester: Yeah but we saved your ass. [heavy pause] Dean Winchester: You're right. Dean Winchester: I am? John Winchester: It scares the hell outta me. You two are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So, we go after this damn thing. Together. Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester: Yes sir.

"Supernatural: Dead in the Water (#1.3)" (2005) Dean Winchester: Alright, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time. Lucas Barr: Zeppelin rules. Dean Winchester: That's right. Up high. [high fives Lucas]

Dean Winchester: Oh, college boy, thinks he's so smart.

Andrea Barr: [pointing out the motel] There it is. Like I said, two blocks. Must be hard with your sense of direction never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line. Enjoy your stay. Sam Winchester: Kids are the best? You don't even like kids. Dean Winchester: I love kids! Sam Winchester: Name three children that you even know. [pause, Sam waves dismissively at him] Dean Winchester: I'm thinking!

Dean Winchester: I just don't wanna leave this town until I know the kid's ok. Sam Winchester: Who are you? And what have you done with my brother? Dean Winchester: Shut up.

Dean Winchester: I don't really give a rat's ass what you think about me.

Dean Winchester: So, crayons are more your thing. That's cool, chicks dig artists.

Dean Winchester: [Dean draws Lucas a stick figure picture] This is my family. That's my Dad, that's my mom, that's my geek brother, and that's me. Okay, so I'm a sucky artist.

Sam Winchester: Alright, we've got another house to find. [Looking at a picture of a house and a church] Dean Winchester: The only problem is there are about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone. Sam Winchester: See this church? I bet there are less than a thousand of those around here. Dean Winchester: Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart.

Sam Winchester: You know, um... what you said about Mom. You never told me that before. Dean Winchester: It's no big deal. [pause]

Dean Winchester: Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?

Waitress: Can I get you anything else? [Dean grins at her suggestively, Sam comes in and sits next to him] Sam Winchester: Just the check please. Waitress: [smiling] Ok. Dean Winchester: [disappointed] You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. [points at the waitress] Dean Winchester: That's fun.

Dean Winchester: I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill.

Sam Winchester: This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me. Dean Winchester: Why? Sam Winchester: Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally *hundreds* of eye-witness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it. Dean Winchester: [looking over Sam's shoulder at the computer] Wait. Barr. Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before? Sam Winchester: Christopher Barr, the victim in May. Oh, Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming, Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned, two hours before the kid got rescued. Maybe we have an eye-witness after all. Dean Winchester: No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over.

[Jake enters the lake as Lucas is being drowned by Peter's spirit] Sheriff Jake Devins: Peter, if you can hear me, please Peter, I'm sorry... Andrea Barr: Daddy, Daddy no! Sheriff Jake Devins: [crying] I'm so sorry, but Peter, Lucas, he's just a little boy! Please it's not his fault, it's mine! Please take me! Dean Winchester: Jake! No!

Sheriff Jake Devins: Just let it be over! [Peter drags him down]

"Supernatural: The French Mistake (#6.15)" (2011) Dean Winchester: Oh, crap! I'm a painted whore!

Sam Winchester: For whatever reason, our life is a TV show. Dean Winchester: Why? Sam Winchester: I don't know. Dean Winchester: No, seriously. Why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives? Sam Winchester: Well, according to the interviewer, not very many people do. Look, I'm not saying it makes sense. I'm just saying we - we've landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, and I'm something called a "Jared Padalecki." Dean Winchester: So what, now you're Polish? Is any of this make any sense to you?

Dean Winchester: What is all this, huh? W-What did Balthazar do to us? Misha Collins: [as Castiel] To keep you out of Virgil's reach, he's cast you into an alternate-reality, a universe similar to ours in most respects yet dramatically different in others. Dean Winchester: Like - Like Bizarro Earth, right? Except instead of having Bizarro Superman, we get this clown factory.

Sam Winchester: So, now, uh, what's the deal with all this TV crap? Misha Collins: Pardon? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Amen, Padaleski. Sam Winchester: Uh, "Lecki." Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: Lecki. Pretty sure.

Sam Winchester: [looks at a tanning bed] What am I, Dracula?

Dean Winchester: George Hamilton Dracula.

Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Dude, you have a camel in your backyard. Genevieve Cortese: It's an alpaca, dumbass.

Sam Winchester: [to Robert Singer] Wait, your kidding. So, the character in the show, Bobby Singer... Dean Winchester: What kind of douchebag names a character after himself? Sam Winchester: Oh, that's not right.

Dean Winchester: You married fake Ruby?

Sam Winchester: [reading the episode script] Who wrote this? No one says "penultimate." Dean Winchester: Gun, mouth, now.

Dean Winchester: Maybe we can't get out of, you know, Earth Number Two right now. But the least we can get do is get the hell out of the Canadian part of it. If I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm gonna puke.

Dean Winchester: Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from Heaven, we pray that you have your ears on. So breaker, breaker.

Sam Winchester: [looks at an RV trailer] Hey. J. Ackles. Dean Winchester: That's fake me. Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: This must be fake mine.

Dean Winchester: Where the hell are we anyway? [they pass a Vancouver highway sign] Dean Winchester: We're not even in America.

"Supernatural: Nightmare (#1.14)" (2006) Sam Winchester: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people. Dean Winchester: What's that? Sam Winchester: Both our families are cursed. Dean Winchester: Our family's not cursed! We just... had our dark spots. Sam Winchester: [laughing] Our dark spots are *pretty* dark. Dean Winchester: You're... dark.

Alice Miller: It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now. Dean Winchester: Of course, after all, we are all God's children. [Alice walks off, Dean crams an hors d'oeuvre in his mouth; Sam makes an exasperated sound] Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: Just, tone it down a little bit? "Father"?

Dean Winchester: C'mon, let's just pick this up in the morning, all right? Check out the house, we'll talk to the family... Sam Winchester: Dean, you saw them, they're devastated. They're not gonna want to talk to us. Dean Winchester: Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to. Sam Winchester: Who? [cut to them ringing the doorbell, dressed as priests] Sam Winchester: This has got to be a whole new low for us.

Dean Winchester: Maybe the guy just killed himself. You know, maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all. Sam Winchester: I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was *murdered* by something, Dean. It trapped him in the garage. Dean Winchester: Like what, a spirit, a poltergeist, what?

Sam Winchester: I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening, Dean! [pause] Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: Nothing, man, I'm just, I'm worried about you. Sam Winchester: Well don't look at me like that! Dean Winchester: I'm not looking at you like anything. Though I gotta say, you look like crap. Dean Winchester: Nice. Thanks. Sam Winchester: Yeah, well.

Dean Winchester: [Sternly, after Sam tells Dean to leave him alone with a gunman so he can talk to him] I am not leaving you alone with him, Sam.

Sam Winchester: [last lines] Aren't you worried, man, aren't you worried that I could turn into Max or something? Dean Winchester: Nope. No way. You know why? Sam Winchester: No. Why? Dean Winchester: Cause you got one advantage that Max didn't have. Sam Winchester: Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean. Dean Winchester: No. Me. [He smiles] Dean Winchester: As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Now then, I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go. Sam Winchester: Where? Dean Winchester: Vegas. [He smiles. Sam scoffs] Dean Winchester: What? Come on, man. Craps table? We'd clean up.

Sam Winchester: Dean I'm scared, man. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seeing things when I'm awake? And these... visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful. Dean Winchester: C'mon man, it'll be all right. You'll be fine. Sam Winchester: What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them *die*? Why the hell is this happening to me? Dean Winchester: I don't know Sam, but we'll figure it out, okay? We face the unexplainable every single day, this is just another thing. Sam Winchester: No. It's never been *us*. It's never been in the family like this! Tell me the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out. [pause] Dean Winchester: [unconvincing] This doesn't freak me out.

Sam Winchester: We were just wondering if you might recall a family, they used to live right across the street. Dean Winchester: Yeah, the Millers, they had a little boy named Max. Sam Winchester: Right. Neighbor Man: Yeah, I remember. The brother had the place next door. So uh, what's this about? That poor kid okay? Sam Winchester: What do you mean? Neighbor Man: Well in my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I'd hear Mr. Miller yellin' and throwin' things clear across the street, he was, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of. Sam Winchester: And this was going on regularly? Neighbor Man: Practically every day. In fact, that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy, but the worst part, was the stepmother. She'd just... stand there, checked out, never lifted a finger to protect him. I must've called the police seven or eight times, never did any good. Dean Winchester: Now you said stepmother. Neighbor Man: I think his real mom died, some sort of accident, car accident, I think.

Sam Winchester: Max is doing it. Everything I've been seeing. Dean Winchester: You sure about this?

Sam Winchester: Yeah, I saw him. Dean Winchester: How's he pullin' it off? Dean Winchester: I dunno, looked like telekinesis? Sam Winchester: So he's psychic, you mean he's a, a spoon-bender? Sam Winchester: I didn't even realize it, but this whole time he was there, he was outside of the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died... These visions, this whole time, I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max. The thing I don't get is why, man? I guess... because we're so alike? Dean Winchester: What're you talking about? Dude's nothing like you. Sam Winchester: Well, we both have psychic abilities, we're both... Dean Winchester: Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he's already killed two people and now he's gunning for a third! Sam Winchester: Well with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people, I'm sorry man, I hate to say it but it's not that insane. Dean Winchester: Yeah, but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family. Sam Winchester: Dean... Dean Winchester: He's no different than anything else we've hunted! All right? We gotta end him.

Sam Winchester: We're not gonna kill Max. Dean Winchester: Then what? I hand him over to the cops and say "lock him up officer, he kills with the power of his mind!" Sam Winchester: Forget it! No way man. Dean Winchester: Sam... Sam Winchester: Dean! He's a *person*. We can talk to him! Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one. Dean Winchester: All right fine. But I'm not lettin' him hurt anybody else. [he pulls a gun from the glove compartment]

[Max is threatening Alice with the gun] Alice Miller: Max, no.

[Dean moves to protect Alice] Max Miller: [to Dean] Stay back. It's not about you. Dean Winchester: You're gonna kill her, you gotta go through me first. Max Miller: Okay. [he cocks the gun; Sam bursts in] Sam Winchester: No don't! Don't! Please! Please, Max. Max, we can help you. All right? But this, what you're doing, it's not the solution. It's not gonna fix anything. [pause] Max Miller: [quietly] You're right. [He swings the gun around and shoots himself in the head] Sam Winchester: No!

Sam Winchester: If I'd just said something else. Gotten through to him somehow. Dean Winchester: Don't do that. Sam Winchester: Do what? Dean Winchester: Torture yourself. It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone. Sam Winchester: When I think about how he looked at me man, right before... I should've done something. Dean Winchester: C'mon man, you risked your life! I mean yeah, maybe if we'd gotten there twenty years earlier. Sam Winchester: Well, I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad. Dean Winchester: [surprised] Well I never thought I'd hear you say that. Sam Winchester: Well, he could've gone a whole other way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting, and we would've had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him. Dean Winchester: [nods] All things considered.

Sam Winchester: Dean, I been thinkin'. Dean Winchester: Oh, that's never a good thing.

Sam Winchester: I'm serious. I been thinkin': why would this demon, whatever it is, why would it kill Mom and Jessica and Max's mother? You know, what does it want? Dean Winchester: No idea. Sam Winchester: Well, you think maybe it, it was after us? After Max and me? Dean Winchester: Why would you think that? Sam Winchester: I mean, either telekinesis or premonitions, we both had abilities, you know? Maybe, maybe it was after us for some reason. Dean Winchester: Sam, if it wanted you it would've just taken you. Okay? This is not your fault. It's not about you. Sam Winchester: Then what is it about? Dean Winchester: It's about that damn thing that did this to our family. The thing that we're gonna find, the thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all. Sam Winchester: Actually there's uh... something else too. Dean Winchester: Oh jeez, what? Sam Winchester: When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door... I moved it. Dean Winchester: Huh. You got a little more upper body strength than I gave you credit for! Sam Winchester: No man, I *moved* it. Like... Max. Dean Winchester: [slightly freaked] Oh. Right. Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: [holding out a spoon] Bend this.

"Supernatural: Mystery Spot (#3.11)" (2008) Sam Winchester: Man, I had a weird dream. Dean Winchester: Yeah? Clowns or midgets?

Dean Winchester: My God, you're a freak.

Dean Winchester: I'm tellin' you, Sam, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.

Sam Winchester: Sure, we'll get right on that. Where is she again? Dean Winchester: Shut up.

Dean Winchester: Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.

Sam Winchester: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too! Dean Winchester: ...Yeah, no, good, you're - totally balanced.

Sam Winchester: You don't remember any of this? Dean Winchester: Any of what? Sam Winchester: This. Like it's - happened before? Dean Winchester: You mean like deja vu? Sam Winchester: No, like it's - like it's really happened before. Dean Winchester: ...Yeah, like deja vu. Sam Winchester: Forget about deja vu! I'm asking you if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again? Dean Winchester: Okay, how is that not... Sam Winchester: Don't say it!

Dean Winchester: [after Sam caught the falling hot sauce bottle] Nice reflexes. Sam Winchester: I knew it was going happen, Dean. I know everything that's going to happen. Dean Winchester: You don't know *every*thing. Sam Winchester: Yeah, I do. [in unison with Dean] Sam Winchester: Yeah right. Nice guess. It wasn't guess. Dean Winchester: [in unison] Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out Sam. Sam! You think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish. Sam Winchester wears make-up. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchesters keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up- okay, enough!

Dean Winchester: [after Sam tells Dean he saw him get hit by a car] And? Sam Winchester: And what? Dean Winchester: Did it look cool, like in the movies? Sam Winchester: You peed yourself. Dean Winchester: Of course, I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he had full control of his bladder? Come on!

Dean Winchester: [a dog is barking rabidly] Hey buddy. Somebody need a friend?

Dean Winchester: [Sam is tearing apart the Mystery Spot with an ax] Sammy! That's enough. Give me the ax. Sam Winchester: Leave it, Dean. Dean Winchester: Give it! Sam Winchester: No, you give it! Get off! Dean Winchester: Let it go, come on!

Dean Winchester: [about the Mystery Spot] We'll go tonight after close, get ourselves a good long look. Sam Winchester: Wait, what? No! Dean Winchester: Why not? Sam Winchester: Uh... let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded. Dean Winchester: My God, you're a freak.

Dean Winchester: [after Sam has told him he knows everything that is going to happen] You don't know everything... Sam Winchester: [pointedly] Yeah. I do. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: [in unison] Yeah right. [a beat]

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Nice guess. Sam Winchester: It wasn't a guess. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: [in unison] Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out. Sam. [annoyed] Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Sam! Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: [rapidly, in unison] You think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish. [another beat] Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: [faster, in unison] Sam Winchester wears make-up. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he... OKAY ENOUGH!

Dean Winchester: Do these tacos taste funny to you? [Cut to Sam waking up again]

"Supernatural: Tall Tales (#2.15)" (2007) Dean Winchester: You have to give those purple nurples a shot... phew!

Curtis: [In between shots] They, uh, they... probed me. Dean Winchester: They probed you? Curtis: Yeah! They probed me; again, and again, and again; and one more time. Dean Winchester: Yikes. Curtis: And thats not even the worst part. Dean Winchester: What could be worse? Some alien made you his bitch. Curtis: They made me slow dance. [Dancing to "Lady in Red"]

Sam Winchester: Dean, did you touch my computer? Dean Winchester: Uh, no. Sam Winchester: Eh, well, then why is it frozen at "bustyasianbeauties.com"? [Dean smiles awkwardly and walks away] Sam Winchester: Just... don't touch my stuff anymore, okay? Dean Winchester: [yelling] HEY! Why don't you control your OCD?

Sam Winchester: How would you feel if I screwed up your Impala? Dean Winchester: Would be the last thing you'd do.

Sam Winchester: I never said that! Dean Winchester: You're always saying pansy stuff like that.

Dean Winchester: You think this is funny? Sam Winchester: Depends, what? Dean Winchester: The car. Sam Winchester: what about the car. Dean Winchester: You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot. You're gonna bend the rims! Sam Winchester: Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car.

Sam Winchester: [Being portrayed in Dean's recap] Dean! This is a very serious investigation. We don't have time for any of your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah... blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. BLAH! [Holds/draws out the last "blah"] Sam Winchester: [In thereal life present time] I don't sound like that, Dean! Dean Winchester: You do to me.

Sam Winchester: What are you drinking?

Dean Winchester: I don't know, man. I think they're called purple nurples.

Sam Winchester: We should get help. I'll call Bobby, see if he ever ran into anything like this. Dean Winchester: Oh I'm sure he has it's just your standard haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator in a sewer gig.

Sam Winchester: [after Sam discovers his laptop is missing] Dude, y'know, I put up with a lot from you. Dean Winchester: Whaddya talkin' 'bout, I'm a joy to be around! Sam Winchester: Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge... Dean Winchester: What's wrong with my food? Sam Winchester: It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism!

Bobby Singer: You're bickering like an old married couple. Dean Winchester: No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like, Siamese twins. Sam Winchester: It's conjoined twins. Dean Winchester: See what I mean?

Dean Winchester: [after hearing Sam's version/recap about what happened at the bar] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, that's not what happened! Dean Winchester: No? So you didn't drink a purple nurple?

Sam Winchester: [trying to apologize] Um, I just want to say that I'm, uh, um... Dean Winchester: Hey. Me too. Bobby Singer: You guys are breaking my heart, could we please just leave?

"Supernatural: Everybody Loves a Clown (#2.2)" (2006) Dean Winchester: What's the matter, you sound like you just saw a clown. Ha.

Dean Winchester: Hello. Sam Winchester: Hey man. Dean Winchester: What's the matter, you sound like you just saw a clown. Sam Winchester: Very funny. Skeleton actually. Dean Winchester: Like a real human skeleton? Sam Winchester: In the funhouse.

Sam Winchester: I mean this strong silence thing, its crap. I'm over it. Dean Winchester: Oh my god. Sam Winchester: This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man. Dean Winchester: You know what, just back off. Ok? Just because I'm not sharing and caring like you want me to. Sam Winchester: No-no-no. That's not what this is a bout, Dean. I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it man! Listen I'm your brother, I just want to make sure you're ok. Dean Winchester: Dude, I'm ok! I'm ok! Ok. I swear the next person who ask me if I'm ok, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues, quite dumping them on me. Sam Winchester: What are you talking about? Dean Winchester: I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. Its like, O what would Dad want me to do. Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you picked a fight the last time you ever saw him. And now that he's dead, now you want to make it right. Well, I'm sorry Sam but you can't. It's too little, too late. Sam Winchester: Why are you saying this to me? Dean Winchester: Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I'm dealing with Dad's death! Are you?

Dean Winchester: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around? Barry (Blind Man): What is that, some kind of joke? [pulls sunglasses off] Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm sorry.

Barry (Blind Man): Do you think I wouldn't give my eye-teeth to see Mr. Cooper or a sunset or anything at all? Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Could you give me a little help here? Sam Winchester: Not really. Midget: Hey Barry, is there a problem? Barry (Blind Man): Yeah, this guy hates blind people. Dean Winchester: No, I don't. Midget: Hey buddy, what's your problem? Dean Winchester: Nothin', it's just a little misunderstanding. Midget: Little? You SOB! Sam Winchester: [Sam is unable to keep himself from laughing and starts cracking up] Dean Winchester: N-n-n-n-no, I'm just... could somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?

Sam Winchester: So, Cooper thinks I'm a peeping tom, but it's not him Dean Winchester: Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guy. He's here somewhere. Sam Winchester: Well, did you get the... Dean Winchester: The brass blades? No, it's just been one of those days.

Dean Winchester: I know what you're thinking Sam. Why did it have to be clowns? Sam Winchester: Oh, give me a break. Dean Winchester: [laughs] You didn't think I remember, do you? Come on, you still bust out crying when you see Ronald McDonald on the television. Sam Winchester: At least I'm not afraid of flying. Dean Winchester: Planes crash! Sam Winchester: And apparently clowns kill.

Dean Winchester: [driving a minivan] This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!

Dean Winchester: [in regards to Ash's mullet] Hey man... Ash: Yeah? Dean Winchester: I dig the haircut. Ash: [running his hands through his hair] All business up front, party in the back.

Sam Winchester: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once. Dean Winchester: You know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.

Ellen Harvelle: Here you go. Dean Winchester: Thanks... You called our Dad and said you could help. Help with what? Ellen Harvelle: Well... The Demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it. Dean Winchester: Was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? The ma - -. Who - -Who are you? How do you know all about this?

Sam Winchester: Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna wanna make dame sure it's him. Dean Winchester: You're such a stickler for details, Sammy.

Dean Winchester: You still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television. Sam Winchester: At least I'm not afraid of flying. Dean Winchester: Planes crash! Sam Winchester: And apparently clowns kill.

"Supernatural: Playthings (#2.11)" (2007) Sam Winchester: [after Dean tells Sam about the next person who supposedly killed himself] Yeah I saw. Dean Winchester: We gotta figure this out and fast. What did you find out about granny?

Sam Winchester: You're bossy. Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: [says slowly] You're bossy... and short hahaha. Dean Winchester: Are you drunk? Sam Winchester: Yeah, so... stupid. Dean Winchester: Dude what are you thinking, we're working a case.

Dean Winchester: Of course the most troubling question is why do these people keep assuming we're gay? Sam Winchester: Well you are kind of butch they probably think you're compinsating. Dean Winchester: Right.

Susan Thompson: Let me guess you guys are here antiquing. Dean Winchester: How did you know? Susan Thompson: You just look the type. So a Kingsize bed? Sam Winchester: What no... ah no, no we're... two singles, we're just brothers. Dean Winchester: Yeah. Susan Thompson: Oh I'm so sorry. Dean Winchester: What did you mean that we look the type?

Dean Winchester: [looking at a weird looking dress on the wall] Hahaha what the...? Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: That's normal. Why the hell would anyone stay here, I'm suprised they kept in business this long.

Dean Winchester: Hey are those antique dolls, coz this one, this one here he's got a major doll colection back home, Don't you huh? [looks at Sam] Sam Winchester: Big time.

Dean Winchester: Big time yeah, you think he could... ah we could come in and take a look, please I mean he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this but he's always dressing them up in these little tiny outfits, I mean you'd make his day she would huh? Sam Winchester: It's true.

Dean Winchester: Don't go surfing porn, that's not the kind of wacking I mean.

Dean Winchester: Alright time for bed, come on Sasquatch, come on. Sam Winchester: I need you to watch out for me. Dean Winchester: Yeah well, I always do. Sam Winchester: No no no, you have to watch out for me alright and if I ever turn into something that I'm not, you have to kill me. Dean Winchester: Sam. Sam Winchester: Dean, Dad told you to do it, you have to. Dean Winchester: Well Dad's an ass, he never should have said anything, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids. Sam Winchester: No, he was right to say it, who knows what I might become?

Dean Winchester: Ya' know she could be faking. Sam Winchester: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? [Dean nods] Sam Winchester: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick!

Sam Winchester: That doesn't change what we talked about last night. Dean Winchester: We talked about a lot of stuff last night. Sam Winchester: You know what I mean. Dean Winchester: You were wasted. Sam Winchester: But you weren't and you promised.

Dean Winchester: You know there's a really good cure for a hangover. It's a greasy pork sandwich served up on a dirty ashtray. Sam Winchester: [head over the toilet] Uh, I hate you. Dean Winchester: I know you do.

Dean Winchester: Of course, the most troubling question is: "Why do these people assume we're gay?" Sam Winchester: Well, you are kinda butch, but I just think you're overcompensating.

Dean Winchester: Wow! This is a lot of dolls. They're nice...They're not super creepy at all.

"Supernatural: In My Time of Dying (#2.1)" (2006) Dean Winchester: Yeah, you can't kill Death.

Dean Winchester: Dude, I full on Swayze-d that mother.

Dean Winchester: Holy... I just full on swayz-ied that mother

[In a very heart-felt way] Dean Winchester: Thanks for not givin' up on me, Sammy.

Dean Winchester: Don't worry, Sam, I'm not goin' anywhere.

Dean Winchester: I feel like I'm at a slumber party.

Dean Winchester: You see me mucking around with crystals and listening to Yanni?

John Winchester: I just want you to know that I'm proud of you.

Dean Winchester: Is this really you talking?

[Upon seeing Tessa's body] Tessa: I don't understand, I just came in for an appendectomy. Dean Winchester: I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications.

Dean Winchester: [Dean is a spirit and can't be heard] Dude you need to find some voodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam Winchester: [Talking to his dad] I don't know, I'll just find some voodoo priest and lay some mojo on him. [He is unaware where that came from]

Dean Winchester: I think i'll pass the 72 virgins, thanks. i'm not that into prude chicks anyway. Tessa: That's funny.You're very cute.

Dean Winchester: Dude, I full-on Swayzed that mother.

"Supernatural: Dream a Little Dream of Me (#3.10)" (2008) EvilDean: Dad knew who you really were. Good solider, nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you? Dean Winchester: Son of a bitch! [shoves Evil Dean] Dean Winchester: My father was an obsessed bastard! [kick Evil Dean against the wall. Hits him with the sawed off shot gun and pins him with it] Dean Winchester: All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam, that was his crap. He's the one that couldn't protect his family! [hits Evil Dean again] Dean Winchester: He's the one who let mom die! Who wasn't there for Sam, I always was! It wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me and I don't deserve to go to Hell!

[shoots Evil Dean, killing him instantly] EvilDean: [wakes up with demon black eyes] You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this. This is what you are going to become!

Sam Winchester: So what's Bobby doing in Pittsburgh? Dean Winchester: Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation...

Dean Winchester: Silene Capinses. Which, of course, means... absolutely nothing to me.

Dean Winchester: I take it we believe the legends. Sam Winchester: When don't we?

Dean Winchester: Dude, you were out. And makin' some serious happy noises. Who were you dreaming about? Sam Winchester: What? No one. Nothing. Dean Winchester: Come on, you can tell me. Angelina Jolie? Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: Brad Pitt? Sam Winchester: No!

Dean Winchester: Should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon? Sam Winchester: Why? Dean Winchester: What did you DO during college?

Dean Winchester: Don't do anything stupid.

Sam Winchester: Dean, are you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little... caffeinated. Dean Winchester: Thanks for the newsflash, Edison!

Dean Winchester: Pack your crap. Sam Winchester: Why? Where are we going? Dean Winchester: We're gonna go hunt the bitch down.

Dean Winchester: What the hell, Bobby? Bobby Singer: Don't yell at me, boy! I'm workin' my ass off here. Dean Winchester: Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just - I'm tired. What's Bela got? Bobby Singer: She's got nothin'. Dean Winchester: Great! I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!

Dean Winchester: I've been doin' some thinkin'. And... the thing is... I don't want to die. I don't want to go to Hell. Sam Winchester: Yeah. We'll... find a way to save you. Dean Winchester: Okay, good...

"Supernatural: Abandon All Hope (#5.10)" (2009) Castiel: The demon Crowley is making a deal. Even as we speak, it's... going... down. Dean Winchester: "Going down?" Right. Okay, Huggy-Bear. Just don't lose him. Castiel: I won't lose him. Mr. Pendleton: [to Crowley] Damn you. [walks away] Crowley: Enjoy the obscene wealth! See you in ten years. [He walks off, Castiel following; they vanish] Castiel: [outside Crowley's hideout] I followed him. It's not far, but... it's layered in Enochian warding magic. I can't get in. Dean Winchester: That's okay. You did great. We'll take it from here.

Sam Winchester: It's Crowley, right? Crowley: So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough. [he approaches, looks down at the rug, turns it up to find the Devil's Trap painted underneath] Crowley: Do you have any idea how much this rug cost? [demons come up from behind and restrain the brothers; Crowley holds up the Colt] Crowley: This is it, right? This is what it's all about. [raises the gun, shoots the two demons holding them; the brothers look at each other in confusion] Crowley: We need to talk. Privately. Dean Winchester: What the hell is this? Crowley: Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing? There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all. Except that I told you. Sam Winchester: *You* told us? Crowley: Rumors. Innuendo. Sent out on the grapevine. Sam Winchester: Why? Why tell us anything? Crowley: [pointing the Colt at Dean] I want you, to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face. Dean Winchester: Uh-huh. Okay, and why, exactly would *you* want the Devil dead? Crowley: [putting the Colt down] It's called survival. But I forgot, you two at best are functional morons. Dean Winchester: Yeah, you're functioning morons... more.

Dean Winchester: Uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kinda signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the Devil and lose? Crowley: Number one, he's gonna wipe us all out anyway, two, after you leave here I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere, and three, HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MISS, OKAY? MORONS! [tosses Dean a bag of ammo, vanishes]

Dean Winchester: You know, trap or no trap, if we got a snowball's chance we gotta take it, right? Sam Winchester: Yeah, I suppose.

Dean Winchester: 'Sides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out, I mean Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with revelation omens. And, look at this. There's been six missing persons reported in town since Sunday. I think the Devil's there. Sam Winchester: Okay. Dean Winchester: But if we think about it, you can't come with. Sam Winchester: Dean. Dean Winchester: Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch. Okay, we've lost a game piece, that we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the Devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart. Sam Winchester: Since when have we ever done anything smart? Dean Winchester: I'm serious, Sam. Sam Winchester: So am I! Now have we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it *together*. Dean Winchester: Okay. But it's a stupid freakin' idea.

Dean Winchester: [over radio] Bobby, it's Dean. We got problems. Bobby: It's okay boy, that's why I'm here. Is everyone all right? Dean Winchester: [shaky] No. Uh, it's, it, it's Jo, Bobby it's pretty bad. Bobby: Okay, copy that. So now we figure what we do next. Dean Winchester: Bobby I don't think she's... Bobby: I said, what do we do next, Dean? Dean Winchester: Right. Okay, right. Bobby: Now, tell me what you got.

Bobby: Before he went missing, did Cas say how many reapers? Dean Winchester: I don't, I don't know, he said a lot of things I guess, I mean does the number matter? Bobby: Devil's in the details, Dean. [Ellen nudges Dean, he holds out the radio for her]

Ellen Harvelle: Bobby it's Ellen. The way he was looking, the number of places Castiel's eyes went, I'd say we're talkin' over a dozen reapers, probably more. Bobby: I do not like the sound of that. Dean Winchester: Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but... what, what does that sound *like*? Bobby: It sounds like Death, son. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual. I think he's planning to unleash Death. Dean Winchester: You mean like as in, this dude and taxes are the only sure thing? Bobby: As in *Death*, the Horseman, the Pale Rider in the flesh. Dean Winchester: Unleash, I mean, hasn't Death been trompin' all over the place, I mean hell I've died several times myself! Bobby: Not this guy, this is, this is the Angel of Death! Big Daddy Reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was buildin' a boat. That's why the place is crawlin' with reapers. They're waitin' on the big boss to show.

Bobby: The Angel of Death must be brought into this world at midnight, through a place of awful carnage. Now back during the Civil War there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hell-hole. Dean Winchester: Where'd the massacre go down? Bobby: On the land of William Jasper's farm.

Dean Winchester: So now we know where the Devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt. Sam Winchester: Yeah. We just have to get past, eight or so Hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight. Dean Winchester: And that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell outta town. Sam Winchester: Won't be easy. Dean Winchester: Stretcher? Sam Winchester: I'll see what we got. Jo Harvelle: Stop. Guys, stop. Can we uh, be realistic about this please? I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are bein' held in by an Ace bandage. We gotta... we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one, I'm not going anywhere. Ellen Harvelle: Joanna Beth, you stop talkin' like that.

Jo Harvelle: Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I could do something. We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need. Sam Winchester: Everything we need? Jo Harvelle: To build a bomb, Sam. Dean Winchester: No. Jo, no. Jo Harvelle: You got another plan? You got *any* other plan? Those are Hellhounds out there Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will *never* stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, make a break for the building next over, and I can wait here with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway. Ellen Harvelle: No, I, I won't let you! Jo Harvelle: This is why we're here, right? If I could get us a shot on the Devil... Dean we have to take it. Ellen Harvelle: No! That's not... Jo Harvelle: Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult? You might want to take it? Ellen Harvelle: [crying] Well you heard her. Get to work.

[Ellen is staying behind with Jo] Jo Harvelle: Mom, no. Ellen Harvelle: Somebody's gotta let 'em in. Like you said, you're not movin'. You got me, Jo. And you're right. This is important. But I will not leave you here alone. Sam Winchester: Dean... Ellen Harvelle: Get goin' now boys. Dean Winchester: Ellen... Ellen Harvelle: I said go. And Dean? Kick it in the ass. Don't miss. [they go; Ellen takes the chain off the door, breaks the salt line, preps the bomb] Ellen Harvelle: [to Jo] I will always love you, baby. Honey? [Jo is dead; Ellen sobs] Ellen Harvelle: It's okay, it's okay. That's my good girl. [the hellhounds approach, Ellen feels the breath of one on her face]

Ellen Harvelle: You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch! [she presses the button, the building explodes]

Sam Winchester: Last words? Dean Winchester: I think I'm good. Sam Winchester: Yeah, me too. Dean Winchester: Here goes nothin'. Sam Winchester: [to Lucifer, cocking his rifle] Hey! You wanted to see me? Lucifer: Oh Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really. Dean Winchester: [putting the Colt to Lucifer's head] Yeah? Well I'd hurt you. So suck it! [he fires, Lucifer falls, pause] Lucifer: [gasping] *Oowww*. [rising] Lucifer: Where did you get that? [sends Dean flying into a tree, turns back to Sam, the wound in his head vanishing] Lucifer: Now. Where were we?

Dean Winchester: Hey. Jo Harvelle: Hey. Dean Winchester: Hmm. So, dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink and, you know, make merry. Jo Harvelle: Are you giving me the 'Last Night on Earth' speech? Dean Winchester: What? Jo Harvelle: What? Dean Winchester: No. [laughs] Dean Winchester: No, but if I was, would that work?

Jo Harvelle: [smiles at him and sets her beer on the counter. She moves in closer, puts her hand close to the back of his neck and tilts her face up to his. Just as their lips are about to connect, she pulls back] No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect. [she turns and laughs softly as she walks away] Dean Winchester: [watches her walk away and raises his beer to his lips] If you're into that kinda thing.

"Supernatural: Nightshifter (#2.12)" (2007) Dean Winchester: I like him. He says "okey-dokey."

Dean Winchester: We are so screwed.

Dean Winchester: You have no right to talk about my dad like that. He was a hero.

Frannie: So, what's it like, being an FBI guy? Dean Winchester: Well, it's dangerous, yeah. And the secrets we gotta keep, oh God, the secrets. But mostly it's... it's lonely.

Ronald Reznick: Get on the floor, now! Dean Winchester: Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially not us. Ronald Reznick: I knew it, as soon as you two left. You ain't FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The Men in Black? You working for the Mandroid? Sam Winchester: We're not working for the Mandroid! Ronald Reznick: You shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you! Sam Winchester: Fair enough.

Dean Winchester: [the guy holding everyone hostage gets a man to search Dean and Sam for weapons, they find a knife on Dean] I'm not just gonna walk in here naked.

FBI Agent Henricksen: [On the phone with Dean] It's my job to bring you in. Alive's a bonus, but not necessary. Dean Winchester: Whoa. Kind of harsh for a Federal Agent, don't cha think? FBI Agent Henricksen: Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean? I want you and Sam out here, unarmed, or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam, too. Bonnie to yo' Clyde. Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, that part's true... but how'd you know we were here?

Dean Winchester: Friggin' cops. Sam Winchester: They're just doing their job. Dean Winchester: No, they're doing OUR job, only they don't know it so they suck at it.

Dean Winchester: Damn cops. Sam Winchester: They were just doing their job. Dean Winchester: No, they were doing are job; only they don't know it, so they suck at it.

Dean Winchester: Well, it looks like Mr. Okey-Dokey's... okey-dokey.

Dean Winchester: I don't think he likes you, Agent Jensen.

"Supernatural: Skin (#1.6)" (2005) Dean Winchester: I think we're getting closer to its lair. Sam Winchester: How can you tell? Dean Winchester: Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face. [Sam looks over, sees the blob, and gags]

Dean Winchester: I really wish things could be different, you know, I wish you could just be... Joe College. Sam Winchester: Nah, it's okay. You know, truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in. Dean Winchester: Well, that's 'cause you're a freak.

Sam Winchester: [laughs] Yeah, thanks. Dean Winchester: Well I'm a freak, too. I'm right there with you, all the way.

Dean Winchester: Argh, the thought of him driving my car. Sam Winchester: Oh come on. Dean Winchester: It's killing me! Sam Winchester: Let it go.

Dean Winchester: [Shape-Shifter Dean] Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!

Dean Winchester: That better be you Sam and not that freak of nature! Sam Winchester: Yeah, it's me. He went to Becca's, looking like you. Dean Winchester: Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one!

Dean Winchester: All right, but first I want to find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him!

Dean Winchester: [after looking at the breaking news report with a drawn picture of himself on TV] Man. It's not even a good picture!

[seeing that Sam is not listening to him] Dean Winchester: Sam wears women's underwear.

Sam Winchester: I got this email from this girl Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine. Dean Winchester: Is she hot? Sam Winchester: I went to school with her and her brother Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend and Rebecca says he didn't do it but sounds like the cops got a pretty good case. Dean Winchester: Dude, what kind of people were you hanging out with?

Sam Winchester: We gotta find a phone, call the police. Dean Winchester: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You gonna put a APB out on *me*.

"Supernatural: Houses of the Holy (#2.13)" (2007) Dean Winchester: NO, no. This is a demon or a spirit, you know they find people a few fries short of a happy meal and they trick them into killing these randoms.

Dean Winchester: There's tons of stuff on unicorns to, in fact I've heard they ride on silver moon beams and shoot rainbows out of their ass. Sam Winchester: Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?

Dean Winchester: [on the vibrating bed] Hey. Man, you gotta try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers. Sam Winchester: Dean, you're enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making me uncomfortable.

Dean Winchester: Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson: Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God. Sam Winchester: I'm laughing on the inside.

Dean Winchester: [Dean's out of money for the vibrating bed] Did you bring quarters? Sam Winchester: Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies. Dean Winchester: What are you talking about? I eat.

Father Reynolds: So you're interested in joining the parish? Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday.

Dean Winchester: So. What makes you think you saw an, uh, angel?

Sam Winchester: It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace. Dean Winchester: Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glowsticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?

Dean Winchester: Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's - hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that. Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me. Sam Winchester: You never told me that. Dean Winchester: Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?

Sam Winchester: [about the supplies for a sance] Dude. I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth? Dean Winchester: We'll just put it Spongebob side down.

Sam Winchester: I don't know, Dean, I just... I wanted to believe, so badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. All alone, you know? There's so much evil out there in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up... Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, don't worry about that, alright? I'm watching out for you. Sam Winchester: Yeah, I know you are. But you're just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe... Dean Winchester: Maybe what? Sam Winchester: Maybe I could be saved.

"Supernatural: Red Sky at Morning (#3.6)" (2007) Dean Winchester: [about Bela] Can I shoot her? Sam Winchester: Not in public.

[after gasping for breath at the sight of Dean in a tuxedo] Bela Talbot: You know, when this is over, we should really have some angry sex. Dean Winchester: [after some moments of awkward silence] Don't objectify me. [after some more moments of silence] Dean Winchester: Let's go.

Dean Winchester: [to Sam about Gert] What a crazy old broad. Sam Winchester: Why, because she believes in ghosts? Dean Winchester: Haha, look at ya, stickin' up for ya girlfriend, you cougar hound. Sam Winchester: Bite me Dean Winchester: Not if she bites ya first

Dean Winchester: A Hand of Glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week.

Dean Winchester: So, I've been waiting since Maple Springs. You got something to tell me? Sam Winchester: It's not your birthday... Dean Winchester: No. Sam Winchester: [thinks hard] ...Happy Purim?

Dean Winchester: [driving] So I've been waiting since Maple Springs. You got something to tell me? Sam Winchester: [confused] It's not your birthday... Dean Winchester: No. Sam Winchester: Happy Purim? Dude, I don't know, I have no idea what you're talking about. Dean Winchester: There's a bullet missing from the Colt. Wanna tell me how that happened? [Sam shakes his head] Dean Winchester: I know it wasn't me, so unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans...

Dean Winchester: [angry] You went after it, didn't you? The crossroads demon, after I told you not to. Sam Winchester: Yeah, well... Dean Winchester: you coulda gotten yourself killed. Sam Winchester: I didn't. Dean Winchester: And you shot her? Sam Winchester: She was a smartass!

Dean Winchester: So what happens? You see the ship, and then a few hours later you pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye? Sam Winchester: Basically.

Sam Winchester: I gotta ID the boat. Dean Winchester: Shouldn't be too hard, how many three mast clipper ships are wrecked off the coast? Sam Winchester: [smiles] I checked that too, actually. Over one hundred and fifty. Dean Winchester: Wow. Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: Crap. Sam Winchester: Mmmhmm.

Bela Talbot: [re: Stolen Impala] I'm sorry. I had that car towed. Dean Winchester: You what! Bela Talbot: [shrugs] Well, it was in a tow away zone. Dean Winchester: No it wasn't! Bela Talbot: It was when I finished with it.

"Supernatural: Hollywood Babylon (#2.18)" (2007) Dean Winchester: What's a P.A.?

Sam Winchester: I think it's kinda like a slave.

[repeated line, to Sam] Dean Winchester: I'm sorry, what were you saying?

Dean Winchester: Bite your tongue heathen!

Martin: You're one hell of a PA. Dean Winchester: Yeah, I know.

Dean Winchester: Oh, like "Poltergeist"? Sam Winchester: It could be a poltergeist. Dean Winchester: No, no, no. Like the movie, "Poltergeist." [Sam looks confused] Dean Winchester: You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you?

Brad Redding: Uh, excuse me, green-shirt guy? Yeah, yeah, you, come here. Could you get me a smoothie from craft? Dean Winchester: You want a what from who?

Sam Winchester: So what do you think? Dean Winchester: Well, I think being a PA sucks, but the food these people get? Are you kidding me? I mean, look at these things, they're like miniature philly cheese steak sandwiches, they're delicious! [offers one to Sam, who looks grossed out] Sam Winchester: Maybe later.

Dean Winchester: Sam, check it out, it's Matt Damon. Sam Winchester: Yeah, pretty sure that's not Matt Damon.

Dean Winchester: No, it is. Sam Winchester: Well, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping.

Martin: I cannot believe there's an afterlife. Dean Winchester: There's an afterlife all right. But mostly it's a pain in the ass.

[while trekking through a cemetery at night] Dean Winchester: Man, this map is totally worth the 5 bucks. Hey, we gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here. Sam Winchester: You wanna dig him up, too? Dean Winchester: Bite your tongue, heathen!

"Supernatural: The Monster at the End of This Book (#4.18)" (2009) Dean Winchester: I'm sitting in a laundry-mat reading about myself sitting in a laundry-mat reading about myself. My head hurts.

Dean Winchester: [Reading on the computer] There's Sam Girls and Dean Girls and- What's a slash fan? Sam Winchester: As in Sam-slash-Dean. Together. Dean Winchester: Like "together" together? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: [Horrified] They do know we're brothers, right? Sam Winchester: Doesn't seem to matter. Dean Winchester: Oh, come on, that... that's just sick.

Chuck Shurley: Are those real guns? Dean Winchester: Yep. And this is real rock salt, these are real fake IDs...

Dean Winchester: "Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive." I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders.

Dean Winchester: [about Chuck being a prophet] Him? Really? Castiel: You should've seen Luke.

Castiel: You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special, they're protected. Dean Winchester: I get that. Castiel: If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce, they're absolute, they're heaven's most terrifying weapon. Dean Winchester: And these archangels, they're tied to prophets? Castiel: Yes. Dean Winchester: So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon...? Castiel: Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. [giving a knowing look] Castiel: Just so you understand why I can't help. Dean Winchester: Thanks, Cas. Castiel: Good luck.

Dean Winchester: Okay, well then how 'bout this? I've got a gun in my pocket, and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out. Chuck Shurley: I thought you said I was protected by an archangel? Dean Winchester: Huh, interesting exercise. Let's see who the quicker draw is.

Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Hey behave yourself, would you? No homework, watch some porn!

Castiel: Dean, let him go! This man is to be protected. Dean Winchester: Why?

Castiel: He is a prophet of the Lord.

Dean Winchester: Wait, this guy, a prophet! Come on, he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer. [to Chuck] Dean Winchester: Did you know about this? Chuck Shurley: I might have uh, I might have dreamt about it. Dean Winchester: And you didn't tell us? Chuck Shurley: It was too preposterous, not to mention arrogant. Writing yourself into the story is one thing but as a prophet? That's like M Night level doucheness.

"Supernatural: The Usual Suspects (#2.7)" (2006) Dean Winchester: Does she look familiar to you? Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: Are you hungry? Sam Winchester: No, why? Dean Winchester: For some reason, I could really go for some pea soup.

Det. Peter Sheridan: Talk directly to the camera. Start by stating your name for the record. Dean Winchester: My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather "what" did. Of course, it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our work in theory, is that were looking for some kind of Vengeful Spirit. Det. Diana Ballard: Excuse me? Dean Winchester: You know, Casper - the blood thirsty ghost.

Jeff Krause: Mr. Winchester. What are you doing? Dean Winchester: I think it's an anagram. Jeff Krause: A what?

Dean Winchester: An anagram. Same letters, different words. Uhhh... Could you do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words, you know, names, places, anything like that. Jeff Krause: Do you understand how serious these charges are? Dean Winchester: I'm handcuffed to a table, yeah. I get it. Humor me. Take a good look.

Det. Peter Sheridan: You murdered them in cold blood, just like that girl in St. Louis. Dean Winchester: Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter type creature that only looked like me.

Dean Winchester: So Scully... what do ya think? Sam Winchester: I'm not Scully, you're Scully Dean Winchester: Naw... I'm Mulder... You're a red headed woman

Dean Winchester: Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance? Det. Diana Ballard: It's at the impound yard down on Robertson... Don't even think about it. Sam Winchester: It's okay, it's all right, don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll just improvise. I mean, we're pretty good at that. Det. Diana Ballard: Yeah. I've noticed. [Smiles]

Jeff Krause: I'm Jeff Krause. I'm with the public defenders office. I'm your lawyer. Dean Winchester: Oh, thank God, I'm saved.

Dean Winchester: Can we make this quick, I'm a little tired. It's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all Det. Diana Ballard: I wanna know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier. Dean Winchester: Time Life, Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up.

Dean Winchester: Pee break? So soon? You know, you might wanna get your prostate checked.

Dean Winchester: You don't wanna do something that you're gonna regret. [Det. Pete Sheridan cocks his gun] Dean Winchester: Or maybe you do.

"Supernatural: Lucifer Rising (#4.22)" (2009) Dean Winchester: Well, how 'bout this. The Suite Life of Zach and Cas. [Castiel and Zacharaiah don't appear to understand] Dean Winchester: It's a... Never mind.

Dean Winchester: [a phone message faked by the angels to push Sam into killing Lilith] Listen to me you blood-sucking freak. Dad always said I'd either have to save you or kill you. Well, I'm giving you fair warning. I'm done trying to save you. You're a monster, Sam, a vampire. You're not you anymore. And there's no going back.

Castiel: This is long foretold. This is your... Dean Winchester: Destiny? Don't give me that holy crap.

Dean Winchester: [reading Chuck's prophetic story] St. Mary's, what is that, a convent? Chuck Shurley: Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story! Castiel: Yeah well, we're making it up as we go. [Brilliant light appears in the window, the room starts to shake] Chuck Shurley: What? Aw man, not again! Castiel: [to Dean] It's the archangel! I'll hold him off, I'll hold them ALL off! Just stop Sam! [He presses a hand to Dean's forehead; Dean finds himself in the convent]

[Dean is trying vainly to contact Sam on his phone, Castiel appears] Castiel: You can't reach him, Dean. You're outside your coverage zone. Dean Winchester: What're you gonna do to Sam?

Castiel: [sighs] Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself. Dean Winchester: What's that supposed to mean? [pause, Castiel looks down] Dean Winchester: Oh right, right, gotta toe the company line. Why're you here, Cas? Castiel: We've been through much together, you and I. And I just wanted... to say, I'm sorry it ended like this. Dean Winchester: [stares at him] Sorry? [he punches Castiel in the face, turns away nursing his hand] Dean Winchester: It's Armageddon, Cas, you need a bigger word than "sorry"! Castiel: Try to understand, this is long foretold. This is your... Dean Winchester: Destiny? Don't gimme that holy crap. Destiny, God's plan, it's all a bunch of lies, you poor stupid sonofabitch! It's just a way for your bosses to keep me and keep you in line! You know what's real? People. Families. *That's* real. And you're gonna watch 'em all burn? Castiel: [Advancing] What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here! I see inside you, I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You'll be at peace. Even with Sam. [he looks away, but Dean leans slightly, catching his eyes again] Dean Winchester: You can take your peace, and shove it up your lily-white ass. 'Cause I'll take the pain, and the guilt, I'll even take Sam as is. It's a lot better than bein' some Stepford Bitch in paradise! This is simple, Cas! [Castiel turns away] Dean Winchester: No more crap about bein' a good soldier, there is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it! [grabs Castiel and spins him back around] Dean Winchester: Look at me! You *know* it! Now you were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this before they dragged you back to Bible Camp. Help me, now. *Please!* Castiel: [pained] What would you have me do? Dean Winchester: Get me to Sam, we can stop this before it's too late! Castiel: I do that, we will all be hunted. We'll *all* be killed! Dean Winchester: [earnestly] If there is anything worth dyin' for, this is it. [pause, Castiel slowly shakes his head, looks away]

Dean Winchester: [angry] You spineless, *soulless* sonofabitch. What do you care about dyin', you're already dead. We're done. Castiel: [pleading] Dean... Dean Winchester: We're *done*! [Castiel vanishes]

[Castiel appears, slams Dean against the wall with a hand over his mouth and pulls out a knife. Castiel stares hard at Dean, who nods slightly. Castiel takes his hand off Dean's mouth, bares an arm and cuts himself, uses the blood to draw a sigil on the wall] Zachariah: [appearing suddenly] Castiel! Would you mind explaining just what the Hell you're doing? [he advances threateningly; Castiel slams his palm onto the sigil; Zachariah vanishes in a flash of light] Castiel: He won't be gone long. We have to find Sam now. Dean Winchester: Where is he? Castiel: [handing Dean the knife] I don't know, but I know who does. We have to stop him, Dean. From killing Lilith. Dean Winchester: But Lilith's gonna break the final seal! Castiel: Lilith *is* the final seal! She dies, the End begins!

Dean Winchester: I been gettin' my ass kicked all year! Now you're sweatin' my safety? You're lyin'. I wanna see my brother. Zachariah: That's... ill advised. Dean Winchester: [angry] You know I am so sick of your crap riddles and your smug fat face! What the Hell is goin' on, huh? Why can't I see Sam? And how am I gonna ice Lilith? Zachariah: You're not. [pause, Dean looks confused] Zachariah: Going to ice Lilith. Dean Winchester: What? Zachariah: Lilith's going to break the final seal. Fait accompli at this point. Train's left the station. [he crosses the room, sits down smiling]

Dean Winchester: But me an' Sam, we can stop... [pause as he looks at Zachariah, realizing] Dean Winchester: You don't want to stop it, do you? Zachariah: Nope. Never did. The End is nigh, the Apocalypse is coming, kiddo. To a theater near you. Dean Winchester: What was all that crap about savin' seals? Zachariah: Grunts on the ground, we couldn't just tell 'em the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it, would we really let sixty-five seals get broken, unless Senior Management wanted it that way? Dean Winchester: [shocked] But why? Zachariah: [cheerfully] Why not? "The Apocalypse." Poor name, bad marketing, puts people off. When all it is, is Ali/Foreman, on a slightly larger scale, and we like our chances. When our side wins and we will - it's Paradise on Earth! What's not to like about that? Dean Winchester: [softly, horrified] And what happens to all the people during your little pissing contest? Zachariah: Well, can't make an omelet without crackin' a few eggs. In this case, truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look. It happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered. [Dean glances at a heavy-looking statue] Zachariah: Um, no, Dean, probably shouldn't try to bash my skull in with that thing. Wouldn't end up too pleasant for you. Dean Winchester: What about Sam? He won't go quietly, he'll stop Lilith. Zachariah: Sam... has a part to play. A very important part. He may need a little nudging in the right direction, but I'll make sure he plays it. Dean Winchester: [frightened] What does that mean? What're you gonna do to him? Zachariah: Sam Sam Sam, Marsha Marsha Marsha, forget about him, would you? You have larger concerns. Why do you think I'm confiding in you? You're still vital, Dean, we weren't lying about your destiny. Just... omitted a few pertinent details. But nothing's changed, you are chosen. You will stop it. Just... not Lilith or the Apocalypse, that's all. Dean Winchester: Which means? Zachariah: Lucifer. You're going to stop Lucifer. You're our own little Russel Crowe, complete with surly attitude. And when it's over, and when you've won, your rewards will be... unimaginable. Peace, happiness, two virgins and seventy sluts? [chuckles, walking away] Zachariah: Trust me, one day we'll look back on this and laugh.

Dean Winchester: Tell me something. Where's God in all this? Zachariah: [without looking at Dean] God? God has left the building. [He disappears]

Ruby: [to Dean] You're too late. Dean Winchester: [snarls] I don't care! [Sam jumps up and holds Ruby still, Dean kills her with the knife]

[last lines] Sam Winchester: I'm sorry... [Lucifer opens the door to Earth] Dean Winchester: [Grabbing Sam] Sammy, let's go. Sam Winchester: [Staring at the opening doorway] Dean... he's coming!

Bobby Singer: [Talking about Sam] Dean? Dean! You listen to a word I said? Dean Winchester: Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him. Bobby Singer: Don't make me get my gun, boy. Dean Winchester: We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon. Don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment? Bobby Singer: I know you're pissed, and I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your... Dean Winchester: Blood? He's my blood? Is that what you were gonna say? Bobby Singer: He's your brother. And he's drowning. Dean Winchester: Bobby, I tried to help him, but... look what happened. Bobby Singer: So try again. Dean Winchester: It's too late. Bobby Singer: There's no such thing. Dean Winchester: No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life, ran away to Stanford the first chance he got. Now it's like deja vu all over again. Well I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him. He can do what he wants.

Bobby Singer: You don't mean that. Dean Winchester: Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was. Bobby Singer: [turns and leans on the table, fuming. After a moment he makes a big angry sweep with his hands, tossing books and papers to the ground. He advances on DEAN, who stands] You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good, make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family! Dean Winchester: I told him, "you walk out that door, don't come back" and he walked out anyway! That was his choice! Bobby Singer: You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something: Your dad was a coward. Dean Winchester: My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward? Bobby Singer: He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. That don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.

"Supernatural: Croatoan (#2.9)" (2006) Sam Winchester: Dean, did you pay attention to History class at all? Dean Winchester: Yeah, shot hear round the world, how a bill becomes a law... Sam Winchester: That's not school. That's School House Rock. Dean Winchester: [shrugs] Whatever.

Dean Winchester: I'm just going to say this once, you make a move on him and you'll be dead before you hit the ground. Do I make myself clear? Is that understood?

Mark: My neighbor... Mr. Rogers... Dean Winchester: You have a neighbor named Mr. Rogers? Mark: Not anymore.

Duane Tanner: You were gonna shoot me! Dean Winchester: You don't shut your pie hole, I still might.

Duane Tanner: Has anyone seen my Mom and Dad? Dean Winchester: [quietly to Sam] ... Awkward...

Dean Winchester: Put 'em down! Sarge: Lower 'em down! Dean Winchester: Put 'em down! Sarge: Are you one of 'em? Dean Winchester: No! Are You? Sarge: No! Dean Winchester: You could be lying! Sarge: So can you! Dean Winchester: Alright, alright!

guy with gun: Do you mind stepping out of the car for a minute? Dean Winchester: Well, you are a handsome devil but I don't swing that way, sorry.

Dean Winchester: [Sam points to a word carved into a telephone pole] Croatoan? Sam Winchester: Yeah. [Dean stares blankly] Sam Winchester: Roanoke... lost colony... ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws... Sam Winchester: That's not school; that's schoolhouse rock!

Dean Winchester: That was creepy right, a little too Stepford. Sam Winchester: Big time.

Sarge: [pointing gun at Dean] My neighbor, Mr. Rogers... Dean Winchester: [pointing gun at Sarge] Wait, you have a neighbor named Mr. Rogers? Sarge: Not anymore.

"Supernatural: Sin City (#3.4)" (2007) Dean Winchester: What are you laughing at bitch, your still trapped. Casey: So are you... bitch.

Sam Winchester: I might have found some omens in Ohio. Drought lightning, barometric pressure drop... Dean Winchester: That's thrilling. Sam Winchester: ...plus some guy blows his head off in a church, and another goes postal in a hobbey shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens. Dean Winchester: Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker.

Casey: What can I get you boys? Dean Winchester: What's your specialty? Casey: I make a mean hurricane. Dean Winchester: [smirks] I guess we'll see about that. Sam Winchester: [looks at Dean and chuckles] You drink hurricanes? Dean Winchester: I do now.

Casey: Lose something? Dean Winchester: Why do you demons have such smart mouths? Casey: It's a gift. Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, let's see if you're still smiling when I send your ass back to Hell.

Casey: Why don't you relax.

Dean Winchester: Why don't you kiss my ass. Casey: Why Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea.

Casey: So you see? Is my kind really all that different from yours? Dean Winchester: Well, except that, uh, you know, demons are evil. Casey: And humans are such a lovable bunch? Dick Cheney. Dean Winchester: He one of yours? Casey: Not yet. But let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.

Casey: Kind of funny, don't you think? You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk. Dean Winchester: Yeah, it's hilarious. You know, in that apocalyptic sort of way.

Casey: Why Dean, if I didn't know better I'd say that was lust in your eyes. Well that would be one way to spend the time... But I don't think you'd respect me in the morning. Dean Winchester: That's okay. I mean, hey, I barely respect you now.

Casey: Oh right, Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit. Dean Winchester: Everyone? Casey: Sure. You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but you know.

"Supernatural: Bad Day at Black Rock (#3.3)" (2007) Dean Winchester: I'm Batman. Sam Winchester: [sarcastically] Yeah, you're Batman.

Dean Winchester: [looks at Sam] What? Sam Winchester: I lost my shoe.

Dean Winchester: Is that a rabbit's foot?

Sam Winchester: I think it is.

Bobby Singer: Dean, great news. It wasn't easy, but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick. Dean Winchester: Bobby, that's uh, great, except Sam, uh... Sam lost the foot. Bobby Singer: He what! Dean Winchester: Bobby listen, listen, this uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. She's in her mid-twenties, and she was sharp, you know. Good enough with the con to play us. And she only gave the guys she hired a name, probably an alias or something. [turns to look at Sam] Dean Winchester: Luigi or something... Sam Winchester: Lagosi. Dean Winchester: Right, Lagosi. Bobby Singer: Lagosi? Lagosi... Aw crap, it's probably Bela. Dean Winchester: Bela Lagosi? That's cute.

Dean Winchester: So you know the truth about whats really going on out there, and this is what you choose to do with it? You become a thief? Bela Talbot: I procure unique items for a select clientle. Dean Winchester: Yeah. A thief. Bela Talbot: No... A great thief.

Dean Winchester: [to Bela] Anywho, this has been charming but, uh... look at the time. Oh, and this [holds up lucky rabbits foot, inciting a look of fury from Bela] Dean Winchester: Looks like you're not the only one with sticky fingers. If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly *awful* person.

Bela Talbot: [holding a gun on Sam and Dean] Put the foot down, honey. Dean Winchester: No. You're not gonna shoot anybody. You see, I happen to be able to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine. But you're not--

[Bela turns and shoots Sam in the shoulder] Dean Winchester: Son of a.... Bela Talbot: Back off, Tiger. Back off. You make one more move, and I pull the trigger. You've got the luck Dean, you I can't hit. But your brother... [Bela aims the gun at Sam] Bela Talbot: Him I can't miss. Dean Winchester: What the hell is wrong with you!? You don't just go around shooting people like that! Bela Talbot: Relax, it's a shoulder hit, I *can* aim.

Bela Talbot: [tossing rabbits foot onto the fire] Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer. Dean Winchester: Wow... I really don't feel bad about that. Sam? Sam Winchester: Nope. Not even a little.

Bela Talbot: Maybe next time I'll hang *you* out to dry. Dean Winchester: [shakes head] Aw, don't go away angry, just go away.

"Supernatural: The End (#5.4)" (2009) Dean Winchester: What are you, stoned? Castiel: Generally, yeah.

Dean Winchester: Amphetamines? Castiel: It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe.

Dean Winchester: [Future Dean] Okay. If you're me... then tell me something only I would know. Dean Winchester: Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh... 19. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it. Dean Winchester: [Future Dean] Touch.

Sam Winchester: Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down. Dean Winchester: Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet.

[as they prepare to storm Lucifer's hideout] Dean Winchester: Hey, uh, me. Can I talk to you for a second? [the two Deans move away, the others check their weapons] Dean Winchester: Tell me what's goin' on. Future Dean: What? Dean Winchester: I know you. You're lying to these people, and to me. Future Dean: Is that so? Dean Winchester: Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions. I've seen 'em in the mirror. Now there's something you're not telling us. Future Dean: I don't know what you're talking about. Dean Winchester: Oh really. Well, I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions, so uh, maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them. [he starts to walk away] Future Dean: [stopping him] Okay wo-wo-wo-woah wait. Dean Winchester: What? Future Dean: Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they? Dean Winchester: [realizing] They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is... Future Dean: ...a trap. Exactly. Dean Winchester: Well then we can't go through the front... Future Dean: Oh we're not. [glancing at the others] Future Dean: They are. They're the decoys. You and me, we're goin' in through the back. Dean Winchester: [horrified] You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas too? You want to use their *deaths* as a diversion?

[the other Dean looks away] Dean Winchester: Oh man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends! Future Dean: You're right. *You* wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually. Dean Winchester: These people count on you, they trust you! Future Dean: They trust me to kill the Devil, and to save the world. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do! Dean Winchester: No. Not like this you're not, I'm not gonna let you! Future Dean: Oh really. Dean Winchester: Yeah! [Future Dean punches him in the face, knocking him out]

Dean Winchester: Oh well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas Screw You. Zachariah: Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the Devil wrong. Just say yes. Dean Winchester: And how do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus? Zachariah: The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes, and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die. [long pause, Dean walks around the angel] Dean Winchester: [with his back turned] Nah. Zachariah: "Nah"? You telling me you haven't learned you lesson? Dean Winchester: [angrily] Oh I learned a lesson all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach! Zachariah: [furious, advancing on Dean] Well, I'll just have to teach it *again*! 'Cause I've got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you [Zachariah is suddenly staring in shock at the empty air where Dean used to be] Zachariah: Sonofa... [Dean finds himself on a deserted road, turns to see Castiel regarding him calmly] Dean Winchester: That's pretty nice timing, Cas. Castiel: [smiling slightly] We had an appointment.

[Dean smiles, lays a hand on Cas' shoulder] Dean Winchester: Don't ever change.

Dean Winchester: [on cell phone] Talking about the Colt, right? As in, *the* Colt? Castiel: We are. Dean Winchester: Well that doesn't make any sense, I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that - kills demons? Castiel: [shouting over a passing truck] What? What, Dean - I didn't, I didn't get that. Dean Winchester: [laughing] Y'know it's kinda funny, talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped. Castiel: [irritated] This isn't funny, Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes! Dean Winchester: Okay, all right. Look, I, I'm tellin' you Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now. Castiel: Well, I hear differently. And if it's true, and if you are still set on the *insane* task of killing the Devil, this is how we do it. Dean Winchester: Okay, where do we start? Castiel: Where are you now? Dean Winchester: Uh, Kansas City... [looks at his room key] Dean Winchester: Century Hotel, room 113. Castiel: I'll be there immediately. [starts to hang up, Dean stops him] Dean Winchester: Whoa whoa whoa, no, no, come on man, I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm *human*. There's stuff I gotta do. Castiel: What stuff? Dean Winchester: Eat, for example; in this case sleep, I just need like four hours every once in a while, okay? Castiel: Yes. Dean Winchester: Okay, so you can pop in tomorrow morning. Castiel: Yes.

[Dean hangs up] Castiel: I'll just... [hears the dial tone, hangs up, a little exasperated] Castiel: ... wait here, then.

Lucifer: [after killing future Dean, turns around and sees past Dean] Oh. Hello Dean. Aren't you a surprise. [lightning flashes, Lucifer pops up behind him] Lucifer: You've come a long way to see this, haven't you? Dean Winchester: Well go ahead. Kill me. Lucifer: Kill you? [glances around Dean at the body of future Dean] Lucifer: Don't you think that would be a little... redundant? [sighs] Lucifer: I'm sorry. It must be painful. Speaking to me in this - shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be. [he reaches for Dean's shoulder, Dean pulls away, Lucifer's arm drops] Lucifer: You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do? [walks past Dean, fingers a rose] Dean Winchester: [angrily] I don't know, maybe deep-fry the planet? Lucifer: [turning back] Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? *Beautiful* in a trillion different ways! The last, *perfect* handiwork of God? [pause] Lucifer: You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace? Dean Winchester: Oh good God, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story are you? My stomach's almost outta bile. Lucifer: You know why God cast me down? Because I *loved* him. More than anything. And then God created... [huffs a small laugh]

Lucifer: You. The little, hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before *you*. To love *you*, more than Him! And I said, Father, I can't. I said these human beings, were flawed, murderous. And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell! Now tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right. Look what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it. [pause] Dean Winchester: You're not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy for the Devil crap? I know what you are. Lucifer: What am I? Dean Winchester: You're the same thing only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you? Is the size of your ego. [pause, Lucifer smiles] Lucifer: I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Good-bye. We'll meet again soon. [starts walking away] Dean Winchester: [fiercely] You better kill me now! Lucifer: [stops, turns back] Pardon? Dean Winchester: You better kill me now! Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you! And I won't stop! Lucifer: [quietly] I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael either. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up... here. No matter what choices you make, whatever details you alter, *we* will always end up... here.

[a tear drops from Dean's eye] Lucifer: I win. So I win. Dean Winchester: You're wrong. Lucifer: See you in five years, Dean. [he vanishes with a clap of thunder]

Chuck Shurley: So, you're really from '09? Dean Winchester: Yeah, afraid so. Chuck Shurley: Some free advice. You ever get back there, you hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. Because it is.

Dean Winchester: Thanks, Chuck. Chuck Shurley: Oh, you'll thank me, all right. Mark my words.

"Supernatural: Simon Said (#2.5)" (2006) Sam Winchester: Dean! Andy's got the Impala! Dean Winchester: I know! He just sort of asked me for it, and I, I let him take it! Sam Winchester: You what? Dean Winchester: He full-on Obi-Wanned me!

Guard: I don't really know about this. Andrew Gallagher: It's ok, just go over there and just have little nap. It's really ok. These aren't the droids you are looking for... Dean Winchester: Awesome.

Dean Winchester: Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me. Jo Harvelle: You're afraid of my mother? Dean Winchester: I think so.

Jo Harvelle: Your afraid of my mother? Dean Winchester: [smiles] I think so.

Dean Winchester: I call do-over. Sam Winchester: What are you, 7?

Sam Winchester: So I'm a freak now. Dean Winchester: You've always been a freak.

Dean Winchester: [when Dean finds his car] Thank God! Oh I'm sorry baby, I'll never leave you again.

Andrew Gallagher: Tell the truth. Sam Winchester: That's what I'm... Dean Winchester: We hunt demons. Andrew Gallagher: What? Sam Winchester: Dean. Dean Winchester: Demons. Spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here is my brother. Sam Winchester: Dean, shut up! Dean Winchester: I'm trying. He's psychic, kinda like you. Well, not really like you, but, see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid he's going to become one himself, because you're all part of something that's terrible, and I hope the hell he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little bit scared that he might be right.

Dean Winchester: What's wrong? Sam Winchester: Nothing. Dean Winchester: Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon. What's wrong?

"Supernatural: Devil's Trap (#1.22)" (2006) Dean Winchester: Where's our father, Meg? Meg: You didn't ask very nice. Dean Winchester: Where's our father, bitch? Meg: Jeez. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot... You don't.

Meg: That's kind of a turn on, you hitting a girl. Dean Winchester: You're no girl.

John Winchester: [possessed by demon] Your dad, he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi" by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood.

Dean Winchester: Let him go. Or, I swear to God... John Winchester: [possessed by demon] What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter. Dean Winchester: Who? Meg? John Winchester: [possessed by demon] The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand? Dean Winchester: You gotta be kidding me. John Winchester: [possessed by demon] What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right. Dean Winchester: You son of a bitch.

Dean Winchester: Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologueing. John Winchester: [possessed by demon] Funny. But that's all part of your M.O. isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth. Dean Winchester: Oh, yeah? What's that? John Winchester: [possessed by demon] You know, you fight and you fight for this family. But the truth is, they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam - he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you. Dean Winchester: I bet you're real proud of your kids too, huh? Oh, wait. I forgot. I wasted 'em.

Dean Winchester: This sucks out loud. Sam Winchester: Yeah, tell me about it.

Meg: An exorcism. Are you serious? Dean Winchester: Oh, we're going for it, baby. Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards.

Dean Winchester: Hey, what's happening, is there a fire? Fireman: We're figuring that out right now. Just stay back. Dean Winchester: Well, I've got a yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous.

Meg: He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat. Dean Winchester: For your sake, I hope you're lying. 'Cause if it's true, I swear to *God* I will march into hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God.

Dean Winchester: Listen, do you mind just getting this over with, huh? Because I really can't stand the monologuing. John Winchester: Funny. But that's all M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth. Dean Winchester: Oh yeah, what's that? John Winchester: You know, you fight and you fight for this family. But the truth is, they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you.

"Supernatural: Long-Distance Call (#3.14)" (2008) Sam Winchester: So you two were talking a case? Dean Winchester: No we were talking about our feelings, and then our favorite boy bands. Yeah, we were talking a case!

Sam Winchester: I mean, Dad? Do you really think it was Dad? Dean Winchester: I don't know. Maybe. Sam Winchester: Well, what did he sound like? Dean Winchester: Like Oprah!

Dean Winchester: What happens if it really is Dad? What if he calls back? Sam Winchester: What do you mean? Dean Winchester: What do I say? Sam Winchester: Hello? Dean Winchester: Hello? That's what you come back with? Hello.

Dean Winchester: Find anything? Sam Winchester: After 3 hours, I have found no reason why anything supernatural will be going on here. Dean Winchester: Wow, you know. You'd think a Stanford education and a high school hookup rate of 0.0 would produce better results than that. Sam Winchester: Hilarious. Dean Winchester: Sam, you've been looking at the wrong places pal. Sam Winchester: Then what are the right places Dean? Dean Winchester: Motel pamphlet rack. Milan, Ohio. Birth place of Thomas Edison. Sam Winchester: Yeah, so what? Dean Winchester: Keep reading. Sam Winchester: [opens and reads the pamphlet; looks up at Dean, amused] You're kidding.

Dean Winchester: I see they improved your face. Sam Winchester: Right back at 'cha.

Sam Winchester: It's a Crocotta. Dean Winchester: What's that? Some kind of sandwich?

Dean Winchester: I can't expect dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute... I can't expect anybody to, y'know? The only person who can get me out of this thing is me. Sam Winchester: [long silence] And me... Dean Winchester: [long silence] And me? [looks quizically at Sam] Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: Deep revelation... havin' a real moment here, that's what yo- that's what you come back with? And me? Sam Winchester: Do you want a poem? Dean Winchester: Moment's gone...

[turns on T.V, hands Sam a beer] Dean Winchester: ...unbelieveable. [Both drink]

Sam Winchester: Dean, I wanna believe this man. I really do... Dean Winchester: Then believe it. If we get this sucker, it's Miller Time.

"Supernatural: Fresh Blood (#3.7)" (2007) Sam Winchester: You know man, I'm sick and tired of your old stupid kamikazee trick. Dean Winchester: Whoa whoa whoa. Kamikazee? I'm more like a ninja. Sam Winchester: That's not funny. Dean Winchester: It's a little Funny. Sam Winchester: No it's not.

Dean Winchester: What do you want me to do same? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm going to die. Well hey I got one. What rhymes with SHUT UP SAM!

Lucy: I took something. Dean Winchester: Something? Lucy: Something new. Better than anything else you've ever tried. He put a few drops in my drink. Dean Winchester: Was the drug red and thick? [Lucy nods her head] Dean Winchester: Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with. Lucy: What! Dean Winchester: Yeah, you just took a big steaming shot of the nastiest virus out there.

Sam Winchester: How the hell did he know where to find us? Dean Winchester: ...That bitch.

[pulls out phone and dials] Dean Winchester: Hi Bela. Bela Talbot: Hello Dean. Dean Winchester: Question for you - when you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it? Bela Talbot: No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were. Dean Winchester: Excuse me? Bela Talbot: Well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do? Dean Winchester: [angry] I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by! Bela Talbot: I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit side-tracked.

Dixon: I was desperate. Have you ever felt desperate? I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell? Dean Winchester: Well... There's Hell.

Dean Winchester: Man, I must have check three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses... Sam Winchester: Yeah, me too. [shakes his head] Sam Winchester: Big city. Dean Winchester: It's like a giant haystack, and Gordon's a deadly needle.

Sam Winchester: Dude. Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punchline. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid. Dean Winchester: I'm not. Sam Winchester: You're lying. And you may as well drop it, 'cause I can see right through you. Dean Winchester: You have no idea what you're talking about. Sam Winchester: Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because you're year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked.

Dean Winchester: And how do you know that? Sam Winchester: Because I know you! Dean Winchester: Really? Sam Winchester: Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life. I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother.So, yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just... Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: It's just, I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause... just 'cause.

Dean Winchester: Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip.

"Supernatural: Jus in Bello (#3.12)" (2008) FBI Agent Henricksen: I, uh... I shot the sheriff. Dean Winchester: But you didn't shoot the deputy. FBI Agent Henricksen: Five minutes ago I was fine, and then... Dean Winchester: Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat? Sam Winchester: You were possessed. FBI Agent Henricksen: Possessed, like... possessed? Sam Winchester: That's what it feels like. Now you know. Dean Winchester: I owe you the biggest I-told-you-so ever.

Dean Winchester: This is pretty wild, right? I mean it's like they're coming straight for us. They've never done that before. Like we've got a contract on us. You think it's 'cause we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome.

Sam Winchester: However many there are, they could be possessing anyone, anyone could just walk right in. Dean Winchester: It's kind of wild, right? I mean's like they're coming right for us. Never done that before.

Sam Winchester: ... Dean Winchester: 'S like we got a contract on us. [Smiles] Dean Winchester: Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome.

FBI Agent Henricksen: I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seein' you two in chains? Dean Winchester: You kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing that way.

FBI Agent Henricksen: You know what I'm trying to decide? Dean Winchester: I don't know, what, whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?

Dean Winchester: I'm not going to let the demon kill some sweet innocent girl, that hasn't even been laid yet.

FBI Agent Henricksen: I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling. Sam Winchester: So what are you gonna tell 'em? FBI Agent Henricksen: The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes. Dean Winchester: Good luck with that. Not to pressure you or anything, but... what are you planning to do about us? FBI Agent Henricksen: I'm gonna kill you. [he smiles] FBI Agent Henricksen: Sam and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing's left. Can't even identify 'em with dental records. Rest in peace, guys.

Dean Winchester: Nobody kill any virgins!

"Supernatural: Time Is on My Side (#3.15)" (2008) Dean Winchester: Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Rufus Turner: There are things that you don't know about her. Dean Winchester: Oh and you do? Right, because you know things. Rufus Turner: Yep. Dean Winchester: And let me guess, you lift her fingerprint? Rufus Turner: Yep. Dean Winchester: And that got you jack. Rufus Turner: Yep. She burned them off. Probably years ago. Dean Winchester: Yeah, so you're right where we are. Rufus Turner: Nope. You do her ear? Dean Winchester: Sorry? Rufus Turner: You do her ear? Dean Winchester: Hey man I'll try anything once, but I don't know, that sounds uncomfortable.

Sam Winchester: Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt. That was months ago, she probably sold it the second she got it. Dean Winchester: So then I'll kill her. Win-win.

Doctor: Didn't you read my report? Dean Winchester: Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting, a real page-turner. Just delightful. Doctor: You done? Dean Winchester: I think so. Doctor: Please, go away. Dean Winchester: Okay. Sam Winchester: Sure.

Dean Winchester: [to Bela] I'll see you in Hell.

Dean Winchester: Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know: I felt you hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt. Bela Talbot: You don't understand. Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. Y'see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door, an herb. Devil's Shoestring. Well there's only one use for that. [pause] Dean Winchester: Holding Hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks obit, turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due.

Dean Winchester: Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul? Bela Talbot: Yes. Dean Winchester: But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing. Bela Talbot: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam. Dean Winchester: [sarcastic] Really. Wow. Demons, untrustworthy. Huh. Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too, uh, what time is it? Oh, look at that! Almost midnight. Bela Talbot: [crying] Dean, listen, I need help. Dean Winchester: Sweetheart, we are weeks past help. Bela Talbot: I know I don't deserve it. Dean Winchester: You know what, you're right. You don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you. Bela Talbot: [still crying] I know, and saved yourself. [pause] Bela Talbot: I know about your deal, Dean. Dean Winchester: And who told you that? Bela Talbot: The demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She says she holds every deal. Dean Winchester: She? Bela Talbot: Her name is Lilith.

Dean Winchester: ...Lilith? Why should I believe you? Bela Talbot: You shouldn't, but it's the truth. Dean Winchester: This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are you tellin' me this? Bela Talbot: Because just maybe you can kill the bitch. Dean Winchester: [long pause] I'll see you in Hell. [he hangs up on her] Dean Winchester: [Dial tone. Bela hangs up as the clock switches to 12:00 midnight. Hellhounds howl in the background. Bela stands to look out window, and there is a crash as the Hellhounds presumably attack and scene fades to black]

Dean Winchester: Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know: I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt. Bela Talbot: You don't understand. Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. Y'see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door, an herb. Devil's Shoestring. Well there's only one use for that. [pause] Dean Winchester: Holding Hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks obit, turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due. Lilith: [flashback, young Bela swinging, crying] I can take care of them for you. And it won't even cost you anything for ten whole years. [her eyes glow red] Dean Winchester: Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul? Bela Talbot: Yes. Dean Winchester: But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing. Bela Talbot: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam. Dean Winchester: [sarcastic] Really. Wow. Demons, untrustworthy. Huh. Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too, uh, what time is it? Oh, look at that! Almost midnight. Bela Talbot: [crying] Dean, listen, I need help.

Dean Winchester: Sweetheart, we are weeks past help. Bela Talbot: I know I don't deserve it. Dean Winchester: You know what, you're right. You don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you. Bela Talbot: [still crying] I know, and saved yourself. [pause] Bela Talbot: I know about your deal, Dean. Dean Winchester: And who told you that? Bela Talbot: The demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She says she holds every deal. Dean Winchester: She? Bela Talbot: Her name is Lilith. Dean Winchester: ...Lilith? Why should I believe you? Bela Talbot: You shouldn't, but it's the truth. Dean Winchester: This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are you tellin' me this? Bela Talbot: Because just maybe you can kill the bitch. Dean Winchester: [long pause] I'll see you in Hell. [he hangs up on her] Dean Winchester: [Dial tone. Bela hangs up as the clock switches to 12:00 midnight. Hellhounds howl in the background. Bela stands to look out window, and there is a crash as the Hellhounds presumably attack and scene fades to black]

"Supernatural: Heaven and Hell (#4.10)" (2008) [last lines] Dean Winchester: They sliced and carved and tore me in ways that you- Until there was nothing left. And then suddenly, I would be whole again, like magic. Just so they could start in all over. And Alastair, at the end of every day, every one, he would come over and he would make me an offer to take me off the rack if I put souls on. If I started the torture. And every day I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For thirty years I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. Then I got off that rack, God help me I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The things that I did to them.

Sam Winchester: Dean... Dean, look you held out for thirty years. That's longer than any one would've. Dean Winchester: How I feel, this... inside me, I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.

Dean Winchester: It wasn't four months, you know. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know, time's different. It was more like forty years.

Dean Winchester: [to Uriel, about Anna's Grace] Why don't you just give her back her angel juice?

Sam Winchester: Where's Bobby? Dean Winchester: The Dominican. Said we break anything, we buy it. Sam Winchester: Is he working a job? Dean Winchester: God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at Hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap. Sam Winchester: Now that's seared in my brain.

Ruby: [at Dean's chuckle] What? Dean Winchester: Nothing. It's just, an angel and a demon riding in the back seat. It's like the setup to a bad joke. Or a Penthouse forum letter. Sam Winchester: Dude, reality. Porn. Dean Winchester: You call this reality?

Dean Winchester: We're here! Sam Winchester: Pamela, hey! Pamela Barnes: Sam? Sam Winchester: Yeah, it's me. It's Sam.

Pamela Barnes: Sam? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Pamela Barnes: Sam, is that you? Sam Winchester: I'm right here. Pamela Barnes: Ohh... Know how I can tell? [grabs Sam's butt, he is taken aback] Pamela Barnes: That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing! Of course I know it's you, Grumpy. [nods toward Ruby and Anna] Pamela Barnes: Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl is Anna. And that you've been eyeing my rack! [Sam is flustered] Pamela Barnes: Don't sweat it, kiddo.

Dean Winchester: Can I ask you something? What do they want me for? Why did they save me? Anna Milton: I'm sorry. The angels aren't talking about it, and it was after I fell. Dean Winchester: That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us? Anna Milton: You don't mean that. Dean Winchester: I don't? A bunch of, of miserable bastards, I mean, eating, crapping, confused, afraid... Anna Milton: I dunno, there's loyalty, forgiveness... love? Dean Winchester: Pain? Anna Milton: Chocolate cake. Dean Winchester: Guilt? Anna Milton: [firmly] Sex. Dean Winchester: Yeah, you got me there. Anna Milton: I mean it. Every emotion, Dean. Even the bad ones. It's why I fell. It's why... why I'd give *anything* not to have to go back. Anything.

Dean Winchester: Feelings are overrated if you ask me. Anna Milton: Beats being an angel. Dean Winchester: How's that possible? You guys are powerful, perfect. You don't doubt yourselves. Or God, or anything! Anna Milton: Perfect! Like a marble statue. Cold, no choice, only obedience? Dean, do you know how many angels have actually *seen* God? Seen his face? Dean Winchester: [shrugs] All of you? Anna Milton: Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them. Dean Winchester: That's it? Well then how do you even know that there is a God? Anna Milton: We have to take it on faith. Which we're killed if we don't have. Dean Winchester: Huh. Anna Milton: I was stationed on Earth, two thousand years. Just... watching. Silent, invisible... out on the road, *sick* for home, waiting on orders from an unknowable Father I can't begin to understand, so don't tell me that... [Dean chuckles] Anna Milton: What is so funny? What? Dean Winchester: Nothing, sorry, it's just... I can relate.

"Supernatural: Wishful Thinking (#4.8)" (2008) Sam Winchester: I can see you're very interested. Dean Winchester: Women, showers... We gotta save these people!

Dean Winchester: He's a girl-drink-drunk.

Sam Winchester: Look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under. Dean Winchester: [Looks Sam in the eye] I don't remember a thing from my time down under. I don't remember Sam.

Sam Winchester: Are we-? Should we-? Uh-

[whispers] Sam Winchester: Are we gonna kill this teddy bear? Dean Winchester: How, huh? We shoot it, burn it? Sam Winchester: I dont know. Both? Dean Winchester: How do we even know that's gonna work? I mean, I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed-off teddy on our hands.

Audrey Elmer: All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real and talked. But now he's sad all the time - not ouch sad, but ouch in the head sad - says weird stuff and smells like the bus. Dean Winchester: Um, little girl... Audrey Elmer: [exasperated] Audrey. Dean Winchester: Audrey, how exactly did your teddy become real? Audrey Elmer: I wished for it. Sam Winchester: You wished for it? Audrey Elmer: At the wishing well.

Dean Winchester: I gotta tell you, I'm pretty disappointed. Sam Winchester: Well, [snorts] Sam Winchester: you wanted to save naked women. Dean Winchester: Damn right I wanted to save some naked women!

Dean Winchester: I shouldn't have lied to you. I do remember everything that happened to me in the pit. Everything. Sam Winchester: So, tell me about it. Dean Winchester: No. I won't lie anymore, but I'm not gonna talk about it. Sam Winchester: Dean, look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone. You gotta let me help. Dean Winchester: How? You really think that a little heart-to-heart, some sharing and caring, is going to change anything? Huh? Somehow heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here.

Sam Winchester: I know that. Dean Winchester: The things that I saw, there aren't words, there is no forgetting, there's no making it better. Because it is right here, [Points to head] Dean Winchester: forever. You wouldn't understand and I could never make you understand. So I am sorry.

"Supernatural: Clap Your Hands If You Believe (#6.9)" (2010) Sparrow Jennings: What were they like? Dean Winchester: They were grabby incandescent douche bags.

Sam Winchester: Talk to me. What happened? Dean Winchester: Well, uh... There was this, uh... God help me, Sam, there was this bright white light. Sam Winchester: It's okay. Safe room. Dean Winchester: And then - and suddenly, I was, uh... I w- I was in a different place. And there were these beings. And they - they were - they were too bright to look at. But I-I could feel them pulling me toward this sort of... table. Sam Winchester: Probing table! Dean Winchester: God, don't say that out loud! Sam Winchester: Right. Uh, so what did you do? Dean Winchester: I went... crazy. I started hacking and slashing and slashing and firing. They - they actually seemed surprised. I-I-I don't think anybody's ever done that before. Yeah. I had a close encounter, Sam. And I won. Sam Winchester: You should take a shower. Dean Winchester: I *should* take a shower. I gonna - I gonna take a shower now.

Dean Winchester: [looks at Fairy] Nipples?

Dean Winchester: [into a phone while running from a light] Holy! UFO! UFO!

Sam Winchester: [into his phone] Whoa, dude, stop yelling. I didn't catch that last part. Dean Winchester: Close encounter! Close encounter! Sam Winchester: Close encounter? What kind, first, second? Dean Winchester: They're after me! Sam Winchester: Third kind already? You better run man. I think the fourth kind's a butt thing. Dean Winchester: Empathy, Sam! Empathy!

Dean Winchester: Ok. Alright. But until we get you back on the soul train, I'll be your conscious. Ok? Sam Winchester: So your saying... you'll be my... Jiminy Cricket. Dean Winchester: [pause] Sure. But yeah you freaking puppet. That's exactly what I'm saying.

Dean Winchester: Do not engage with, maim, or in any way kill Brennan. In fact I don't want you making any judgement calls whatsoever. If anything comes us, call me. Sam Winchester: You know Jiminey I was on my own for a whole year. I did fine without you. Dean Winchester: Yea, i dont wanna know your definition of fine.

Dean Winchester: God is it on me? I feel like I got the crazy on me!

"Supernatural: It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester (#4.7)" (2008) Castiel: Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain. They were to do whatever you told us to do. Dean Winchester: Your orders were to follow my orders? Castiel: It was a test to see how you would perform under battlefield conditions, you might say.

Castiel: I'm not here to judge you Dean. Dean Winchester: Then why are you here?

Dean Winchester: Well are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch or are you just going to sit there fingering your bone?

Dean Winchester: [ghost throws Dean against the wall after he kills zombies] Zombie-ghost orgy, huh? Well, that's it. I'm torching everybody.

Dean Winchester: So we're talking ghosts? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: Zombies? Sam Winchester: Mm-hmm. Dean Winchester: Leprechauns? Sam Winchester: Dean. Dean Winchester: Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.

Castiel: You misunderstand me Dean. I'm not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save the town. Dean Winchester: You were? Castiel: These people, they're all my father's creations. They're works of art. And yet, even though you stopped Samhain the seal was broken and we are one step closer to Hell on Earth for all creation. And that's not an expression Dean. It's literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means. Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul? Dean Winchester: Okay. Castiel: I'm not a hammer, as you say. I have questions. I-I have doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But, in the coming months, you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don't.

Astronaut: [Outside their motel, Sam and Dean cross paths with a kid dressed as an astronaut with a bucket of candy] Trick or treat? Dean Winchester: This is a motel. Astronaut: So? Dean Winchester: So, we don't have any candy. Sam Winchester: No, we have a ton in the[Dean cuts him off]

Dean Winchester: We did, but it's gone. [the kid isn't buying it] Dean Winchester: Sorry, kid, we can't help you. Astronaut: I want candy. Dean Winchester: Well, I think *you've* had enough. Astronaut: [the boy narrows his eyes into a steely-eyed glare and walks away roughly shouldering past Dean] Dean Winchester: [Dean is disturbed/confused]

"Supernatural: Appointment in Samarra (#6.11)" (2010) [Death has proposed building a "wall" in Sam's mind to protect him from memories of being in hell] Dean Winchester: Okay, a wall. Sounds good. Tessa: But it's not permanent. Death: She's right. Nothing lasts forever. Well, I do.

Dean Winchester: What's the bet? Death: Don't roll your eyes, Dean. It's impolite. Now when you fetch my ring, put it on. Dean Winchester: What? Death: I want you to be me for one day. Dean Winchester: Are you serious? Death: No, I'm being incredibly sarcastic.

Tessa: Wow. They'll just let any slack-jawed haircut be Death these days. Dean Winchester: Well, you are all charm today, aren't you?

Tessa: Just so you know, when people die, they might have questions for you. Well, not you, but Death. Dean Winchester: You mean, like "How did Betty White outlast me"?

Heart Attack Victim: Why? Dean Winchester: You think maybe it was the extra cheese? Heart Attack Victim: Yeah. It was good, though. Dean Winchester: That a local place? Tessa: Dean... Dean Winchester: Right. Umm, time to go, man. Sorry. Heart Attack Victim: Wait. Will you tell me what it all... means? Dean Winchester: [thinks for a moment] Everything is dust in the wind. Heart Attack Victim: That's it? A Kansas song? Tessa: Sorry. He's new.

Tessa: Dean, you have to take her. Dean Winchester: Says who? Tessa: Death. Dean Winchester: I'm Death. Tessa: You know what I mean. Dean Winchester: Well, who tells him? Tessa: I don't know. It just is. It's destiny. Dean Winchester: Give me a break. I spent my whole life fighting that crap. There's no such thing as destiny. Just like there was no Apocalypse. Just a bunch of stuck up mooks who didn't want us human slaves asking questions.

Dean Winchester: What's with you and the cheap food? Death: I could ask you the same thing.

"Supernatural: Lazarus Rising (#4.1)" (2008) Dean Winchester: [Pamela bends over to get something out of a cabinet, revealing a tattoo on her lower back reading 'Jesse Forever.'] Who's Jesse?

Pamela: Well, it wasn't forever. Dean Winchester: His loss. Pamela: Might be your gain. Dean Winchester: [quietly, to Sam] Dude, I'm so in. Sam Winchester: Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive. Dean Winchester: Hey, I just got outta jail. Bring it. Pamela: [to Sam] You're invited too, grumpy. Dean Winchester: You are not invited.

Dean Winchester: Who are you? Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition. Dean Winchester: Yeah, thanks for that.

Dean Winchester: Who are you? Castiel: Castiel. Dean Winchester: Yeah, I figured that much. I mean *what* are you? Castiel: I'm an angel of the Lord. Dean Winchester: Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing. Castiel: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

Dean Winchester: And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?

Dean Winchester: Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling. So, who are you really? Castiel: I told you. Dean Winchester: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from hell? Castiel: Good things do happen, Dean. Dean Winchester: Not in my experience.

Castiel: What's the matter? [pause, he studies Dean] Castiel: You don't think you deserve to be saved. Dean Winchester: Why'd you do it? Castiel: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

Bobby Singer: [On phone] Hello? Dean Winchester: Bobby? Bobby Singer: Yeah? Dean Winchester: Its me. Bobby Singer: Who's 'me'? Dean Winchester: Dean. Bobby Singer: [Bobby hangs up. Dean tries again] Who is this? Dean Winchester: Bobby listen to me... Bobby Singer: This ain't funny. Call again and I'll kill you.

Ruby: Where is it? Dean Winchester: Where's what? Ruby: The pizza that takes two guys to deliver. Dean Winchester: I think we got the wrong room. Sam Winchester: [Sam walks in the room] Hey is the... Dean Winchester: Hey, ya, Sammy. Dean Winchester: [Sam lunges at Dean] Oh ga... Sam Winchester: Who are you? Dean Winchester: [Bobby grabs Sam and pulls him off Dean] Like you didn't do this? Sam Winchester: Do what? Bobby Singer: It's him, it's him, Sam, I've been through this already, it's really him.

Sam Winchester: [Sam stops struggling] But... Dean Winchester: [Dean takes a step forward] I know, I look fantastic, huh?

"Supernatural: The Curious Case of Dean Winchester (#5.7)" (2009) Bobby: Well, I guess we can get the van loaded. [Dean holds up a finger, clears his throat] Dean Winchester: I shouldn't have called you an idiot. Bobby: [sarcastic] Which time? Dean Winchester: I'm sorry. I mean actually I, I get it. Gettin' old ain't a bachelor party. And dealin' with the crap you gotta deal with... Bobby: Don't you go on pity patrol. Dean Winchester: I'm not. I'm not, I just, I'm sayin' y'know, if I was in your shoes... Bobby: You'd *never* stop complaining. Dean Winchester: Fair enough. [pause] Dean Winchester: You're not useless, Bobby. Bobby: Okay. Good talk. [makes to roll out the door] Dean Winchester: No, wait a minute, listen to me. [Dean sits down in front of him] Dean Winchester: You don't stop bein' a soldier 'cause you got wounded in battle. Okay, no matter what shape you're in, bottom line is, you're *family*. And I don't know if you've noticed, but me an' Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you *dare* think about checkin' out. I don't want to hear that again. Bobby: [quietly] Okay. Dean Winchester: Okay. Good. Bobby: Thanks. Now, we done feelin' our feeling's? 'Cause I'd like to get outta this room before we both start growin' lady parts. Dean Winchester: Yeah, we're done. Let's go, Ironsides.

Bobby: [sarcastic] Oh, *that* one's stickin', huh? [Dean smiles]

Dean Winchester: I shouldn't have called you an idiot. Bobby: Which time?

Older Dean Winchester: So, you were gonna just shoot some old guy? Is that it? Sam Winchester: I didn't know *what* you were. I mean, have you seen you? You look like... Older Dean Winchester: The old chick in "Titanic." I know. Shut up. Sam Winchester: I was gonna say "Emperor Palpatine." [Bobby punches the door open with his wheelchair] Bobby: I see you met John McCain there. Sam Winchester: Yeah. Either of you wanna tell me what happened? Older Dean Winchester: Bobby's an idiot. That's what happened. Bobby: Hey, nobody asked you to play. Older Dean Winchester: Right. I should have just let you die. Bobby: And for damn sure, nobody asked you to *lose*. Sam Winchester: [grinning] It's like "Grumpy Old Men." Older Dean Winchester, Bobby: Shut up, Sam!

Bobby: So, you wanna keep emoting or you wanna talk about this solving this little issue of yours? It's gotta be about the chips. Older Dean Winchester: I slid 'em across, Patrick did his little witchy number, and you prettied up in a hurry. Sam Winchester: What are you all thinking? Some kind of magic chips or something? Bobby: Definitely. Sam Winchester: Remember what he chanted? Bobby: Yep, every word.

Sam Winchester: All right, then let's find out where he stashes his chips. Older Dean Winchester: And steal me 50. Benjamin Button's me back into burger shape. What do you think? Bobby: I think you oughtta put some clothes on.

Older Dean Winchester: [to Sam] Dude, I think that he-witch gave you the clap.

Older Dean Winchester: [Older Dean is digging up a grave] Owww! My elbows! I'm all creaky. Older Dean Winchester: Hurry up, you cry baby! Bobby: Pound it up your ass, Ironside.

Older Dean Winchester: You know Bobby, killing you is officially on my bucket list.

"Supernatural: Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester (#4.2)" (2008) Bobby Singer: It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit. Dean Winchester: What else? Bobby Singer: What else what? Dean Winchester: What else could do it? Bobby Singer: Airlift your ass out of the hotbox? As far as I can tell, nothin'.

Dean Winchester: I'm trying to come up with a theory here, okay? Work with me. Sam Winchester: Dean, we have a theory. Dean Winchester: Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please.

Dean Winchester: See, this is why I can't get behind God. Sam Winchester: What are you talking about? Dean Winchester: If He doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. And no rhyme or reason, just random horrible, evil. I get it. Okay? I can roll with that. But if He is out there,

what's wrong with Him? Where the hell is He while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does He live with Himself? You know, why doesn't He help? [long pause] Bobby Singer: I ain't touching this one with a ten-foot pole.

Bobby Singer: I think I got everything we need here at the house. Dean Winchester: Any chance you got everything we need here in this room? Bobby Singer: So you thought our luck was gonna start *now* all of a sudden?

Dean Winchester: I mean, I don't like gettin' singled out at birthday parties, much less by God. Sam Winchester: Okay, well, too bad, Dean. Because I think He wants you to strap on your party hat.

Castiel: The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals. Dean Winchester: Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Sea World. Castiel: Those seals are being broken by Lilith. Dean Winchester: She did the spell. She rose the witnesses. Castiel: Mm-hmm. And not just here. Twenty other hunters are dead. Dean Winchester: [understanding] Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us. Castiel: Lilith has a certain sense of humor. Dean Winchester: Well, we put those spirits back to rest. Castiel: It doesn't matter. The seal was broken. Dean Winchester: Why break the seal anyway? Castiel: You think of the seals as locks on a door. Dean Winchester: Okay, last one opens and... Castiel: Lucifer walks free. Dean Winchester: [stares, stunned] Lucifer? But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told. At demon Sunday school. There's no such thing.

Castiel: Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years? Dean Winchester: [quietly] To stop Lucifer. Castiel: [nods] That's why we've arrived. Dean Winchester: Well, bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice. Castiel: We tried. There are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost. [Dean snorts derisively. Castiel moves closer to him] Castiel: Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here. [leans in even closer; Dean looks uncomfortable. With intensity:] Castiel: You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in. [he disappears]

Dean Winchester: I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos - you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks. Castiel: Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier.

"Supernatural: Time After Time (#7.12)" (2012) Sam Winchester: I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I hope you're watching cartoon smut. Because reading Dick Roman crap over and over again is just... self-punishment. Dean Winchester: It's called anime, and it's an art form.

Sam Winchester: Well, there's a semi-functional bathroom and one un-rancid bedroom. Dean Winchester: Describe "semi-functional," and do not use the words "hole in the floor."

Eliot Ness: Ezra Moore, Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester: Hey. Ezra Moore: Who's he, some farmer clown?

Eliot Ness: He's, uh, from the future. Dean Winchester: Yeah. Gas costs four bucks, you get cheese out of a spray can. The President is a black man. I could go on. Ezra Moore: Paint me impressed.

Dean Winchester: Awesome. Ezra Moore: "Awesome"? Is he some religious kook? Eliot Ness: No, he just likes saying that.

Eliot Ness: You said you fellas found his house. Well, let's go see if it's been built yet. And then let's kill that bastard. Because that... Dean Winchester: Is the Chicago Way. Ezra Moore: "Chicago Way"? Eliot Ness: Who - who talks like that? Dean Winchester: Sean Connery. Ezra Moore: Come on. Dean Winchester: Never watch that movie again.

Eliot Ness: Look. You seem like a swell guy, Lester. I want to help you out, I do, but my partner just got back from the War. He spent the last two years kicking in Nazi skulls. If he doesn't kicking a skull every couple of days, he's really touch. Dean Winchester: Is that a German name?

Dean Winchester: That's it? Ezra Moore: That is a thousand-year-old olive carved by vestal virgins and dipped in the blood of... you don't want to know. Pulling this together wasn't easy. You and Ness both owe me, smoothie. Dean Winchester: You can have whatever you want. Soon as we gank this thing. Ezra Moore: Yeah, yeah, take your twig, wise guy. Dean Winchester: Well how's it work?

Ezra Moore: You stick this end in his heart. Miss, he has you for supper.

"Supernatural: Folsom Prison Blues (#2.19)" (2007) Dean Winchester: Well my room mate doesn't say, how's yours? Sam Winchester: He just keeps starring at me in a way that makes me really uneasy. Dean Winchester: Sounds like you're making new friends.

Sam Winchester: You heard in the yard? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Sam Winchester: Dean, doesn't it bother you how well you seem to fit in here? Sam Winchester: No, not really.

Sam Winchester: [as they walk into the prison] This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done... And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy. Dean Winchester: Calm down. It's all part of the plan.

FBI Agent Victor Henricksen: You think you're funny? Dean Winchester: I think I'm adorable.

Dean Winchester: [takes his meal tray and sits opposite a very large and scary looking inmate in order to start a fight] Save room for dessert Tiny. [chuckles] Dean Winchester: Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice you are two tons of fun... just curious, is that just a thyroid problem? Or is that just some deep-seated self esteem issue? 'Cause y'know, they're, uh, just doughnuts. They're not love.

Dean Winchester: We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts.

"Supernatural: Frontierland (#6.18)" (2011)

Dean Winchester: I'll stay here, hook up with the posse. [Dean tries to keep a serious face] Dean Winchester: Because you know me, I'm a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse. [grins] Dean Winchester: Make that into a T-shirt. Sam Winchester: You done? [Dean breaks into a smirk]

Dean Winchester: We'll Star Trek IV this bitch. Bobby Singer: I only watched Deep Space Nine. Dean Winchester: It's like I don't even know you guys anymore. Star Trek IV, save the whales. [Sam and Bobby stare blankly]

Sam Winchester: Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff. Dean Winchester: No, I'm not. Sam Winchester: You have a fetish. Dean Winchester: Shut up. I like old movies. Sam Winchester: You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line-for-line. Bobby Singer: Even the monkey movies? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Especially the monkey movies. Dean Winchester: His name is Clyde.

Elkins: What'll you have? Dean Winchester: Well, okay, great. I'll have your top-shelf whiskey. Elkins: Only have the one shelf.

Dean Winchester: You know what this means?

Bobby Singer: Yeah, I didn't get a soulenscopy for nothing.

Sam Winchester: [steps in horse manure] Oh, damn it. Come on. Dean Winchester: You know what that is? Sam Winchester: Yeah. It's horse... Dean Winchester: Authenticity.

"Supernatural: Hunted (#2.10)" (2007) Dean Winchester: [Dean spots Sam through a motel window] Oh, thank god you're okay. [Sam moves to reveal Ava] Dean Winchester: Oh, you're better than okay! Sam, you sly dog.

Dean Winchester: Well, you are a son of a bitch. Gordon Walker: [slaps Dean] That's my momma you're talking about.

Dean Winchester: [Sam has called the police on Gordon] You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam.

Dean Winchester: Dude, you ever take off like that again... Sam Winchester: What? You'll kill me? Dean Winchester: That is so not funny. [Sam laughs]

Dean Winchester: Come on man. I know Sam, ok? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than i do. I mean the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn.

Dean Winchester: [as he finds Gordon taking sniper shots at Sam] You do that to my brother? Dean Winchester: [kicks the rifle away and slugs him] I'll kill you!

"Supernatural: In the Beginning (#4.3)" (2008) Dean Winchester: [to Castiel] Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch!

Dean Winchester: This is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still going to be badass when it's forty.

Dean Winchester: Even if this sounds really weird, will you promise me that you will remember? Young Mary Winchester: Okay. Dean Winchester: On November 2nd, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see... promise me you won't get out of bed.

Dean Winchester: Sammy, wherever you are... Mom is a babe! I'm going to hell. Again.

Dean Winchester: [referring to killing the Yellow-Eyed Demon in 1973] Alright, if I do this then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and-and Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail? Castiel: You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die. Dean Winchester: I realize. Castiel: And you don't care? Dean Winchester: Oh, I care. I care a lot. But these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. Not if I can stop it.

Dean Winchester: [introduces himself] : John Winchester. Dean Van Halen

"Supernatural: No Exit (#2.6)" (2006) Dean Winchester: Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here... It's the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man

Dean Winchester: [to Ellen] You weren't really joking about coming, were you?

[Sam and Jo look at each other in the back seat] Dean Winchester: How about some music? [He turns on the radio, Foreigner is playing] Radio: You're as cold as ice... [Ellen immediately turns it off] Dean Winchester: [Quietly to himself] This is going to be a long ride.

Dean Winchester: Los Angeles, California. A young girl got kidnapped by an evil cult. Sam Winchester: Yeah, and does this girl have a name? Dean Winchester: Katie Holmes. Sam Winchester: That's funny... and for you, so bitchy.

Ellen Harvelle: [Sam and Dean walk in on Ellen and Jo fighting] Guys, bad time. Sam Winchester: Yes mam. Dean Winchester: Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway.

Dean Winchester: [while inside the wall] Should've cleaned the pipes. Jo Harvelle: What? Dean Winchester: I wish the pipes were cleaned. Jo Harvelle: [pause] ... [Disgusted] Jo Harvelle: Shut up!

Jo Harvelle: You ripped off a cement truck? [Looks at dean with surprise] Dean Winchester: [Dean shrugs] Ill give it back [Dean cheekily smiles]

"Supernatural: Dark Side of the Moon (#5.16)" (2010) Dean Winchester: Cas, hey, so er, so I found Sam but something just happened. There was this weird beam of light. Castiel: Don't go into the light! Dean Winchester: OK, thanks... Carol Anne.

Dean Winchester: A bit trippy, right? Sam Winchester: Yeah. [noticed Dean's T-shirt] Sam Winchester: More trippy, um, apparently you "wuv hugs" Dean Winchester: [Looks at his T-shirt] Shut up.

Ash: This ain't the first time you been here. I mean, you boys die more than anyone I have ever met. Dean Winchester: Really? Ash: Ahh, yeah, you don't remember. God! Angels... must have Windexed your brains.

Pamela Barnes: [slaps Dean on the side of his head] That's for getting me killed. Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's probably less than I deserve. If it makes you feel any better, we got Ash killed too. Ash: [Clicks fingers and makes the horns gesture] *I'm cool with it!* Dean Winchester: He's cool with it.

Dean Winchester: Go ahead Roy, do it. But I'm gonna warn ya, when I come back, I'm gon be pissed.

Castiel: You have to find an angel, his name is Joshua. Dean Winchester: Hey, man, no offense, but we are kinda ass-full of angels alright?

"Supernatural: What Is and What Should Never Be (#2.20)" (2007) Dean Winchester: [At his father's grave] 'Course, I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball, but...?So, go hunt the djinn. It put you here, it could put you back. Your happiness, for all those peoples' lives? No contest." Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? It's... yeah...

Dean Winchester: Yeah. Lucky me. I've got to tell you, though, man - you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids. Sam Winchester: Yeah, but, Dean - it wasn't real. Dean Winchester: I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad... all I... all I can think about is how much this job's cost us. We've lost so much. And we've sacrificed so much. Sam Winchester: But people are alive because of you. It's worth it, Dean. It is. It's not fair, and, you know, it hurts like hell, but it's worth it.

Sam Winchester: [Trying to wake him] Dean! Dean Winchester: [waking up disoriented] Auntie Em? There's no place like home...

Dean Winchester: Bitch. Sam Winchester: What're you calling me a bitch for? Dean Winchester: You're supposed to say "jerk". Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: Never mind.

College Professor: Son have you been drinking? Dean Winchester: Everybody keeps asking me that but no.

Dean Winchester: Bitch. Sam Winchester: Why'd you call me a bitch? Dean Winchester: It's this thing we do. I say bitch and you say... nevermind.

"Supernatural: Monster Movie (#4.5)" (2008) Dean Winchester: Well, look at me. I mean, I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right? No bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angle fingers from all of the breaks - I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: I've been re-hymenated. Sam Winchester: Re - Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that. Dean Winchester: Brother! I have been re-hymenated. And the dude will not abide!

Dean Winchester: We still gotta see the new "Raiders" movie. Sam Winchester: I saw it. Dean Winchester: Without me? Sam Winchester: You were in hell. Dean Winchester: That's no excuse. [Sees a vendor selling soft pretzels] Dean Winchester: Big pretzel! [Hurries over to buy a couple. Sam smiles and shakes his head fondly]

Dean Winchester: I, uh, pulled it off during the fight. Look at the label on the ribbon. Sam Winchester: It's a costume rental. Dean Winchester: All three monsters - the Dracula, Wolf Man, and the Mummy - all the same critter, which means we need to catch this freak before he "Creature from the Black Lagoon's" somebody. Jamie: So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and the X-Files are real? Dean Winchester: No, "The X-Files" is a TV show. This is real.

Dracula: [referring to portrait of woman] She is beautiful, no? Bride number three from the first film. She never got the acclaim that she deserved. Which is why I chose her shape, her form to move

among the mortals unnoticed, to listen to the cricket songs of the living. That is when I discovered my bride had been reborn in this century. Dean Winchester: [chuckles] I can't get over what a pumpkin-pie-eyed, crazy son of a bitch you really are. You're not Dracula. You get that right? Or even if you think you are Dracula, what the hell's up with the Mummy? Dracula: [punches Dean in his face] I am *all* monsters! Dean Winchester: Life ain't a movie you sorry sack of... Dracula: [again punches Dean] Life is small, meager, messy. The movies are grand, simple, elegant. I have chosen elegance. Dean Winchester: You think "elegance" is really the word for what you did to Marissa or Rick Deacon? Or any of the others? Dracula: But of course. It is a monster movie, after all. Dean Winchester: You do realize what happens at the end of *every* monster movie? Dracula: Ah. But this movie is *mine*. And in it, the monster wins. The monster gets the girl. And the hero, he's... electrocuted. [reaches for pulley switch] Dracula: And tonight, Jonathan Harker, you will be my hero.

Dean Winchester: Hey, you think this Dracula can turn into a bat? That'd be cool.

Dean Winchester: Oh, thank God. Just in the nick of time. That guy was about to Frankenstein me.

"Supernatural: Caged Heat (#6.10)" (2010) Castiel: [while watching porn] That's very complex Dean Winchester: M-hm Castiel: If the pizzaman truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? [pauses] Castiel: Perhaps she's done something wrong. Dean Winchester: You're watching porn? Why? Castiel: It was there.

Dean Winchester: You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes. And... you don't talk about it. Just turn it off. Castiel: [Looks between his legs] Dean Winchester: Oh, now he's got a boner

Dean Winchester: [Sam and Dean wake up tied to chairs facing one another] What now? Sam Winchester: I think I know who you can ask. Dean Winchester: [Looks over his shoulder] Evil bitch. Meg: Keep sweet-talking me; this could go a whole new direction. Dean Winchester: Meg. I've been dying to see you again. Meg: Well, here I am, big boy. So what should we do now? Dean Winchester: How 'bout I rip you to shreds? Meg: Kinky, I like. But a little Q n' A first if you don't mind. Now where's your boss?

Meg: I'll hold off the dogs. Dean Winchester: Well, how are you gonna do that exactl - [Meg pulls Castiel into a kiss and reaches into his trench coat. They pull apart, and Castiel spins Meg around, pushes her against the wall, and kisses her again] Meg: [Almost dreamily] What was that? Castiel: [Looks at Dean and Sam, who are dumbfounded] I learned that from the pizza man. Meg: Well, A plus for you. I feel so... clean.

Dean Winchester: Sam? Sam Winchester: Yea? Dean Winchester: I'm standing in pee! Sam Winchester: Consider yourself lucky. Dean Winchester: Yikes. That's gross.

Dean Winchester: [to Meg] Karma's a bitch, bitch.

Samuel Campbell: Tell me, what exactly are you supposed to be to me? Dean Winchester: I'll tell you who I am. I'm the guy you never wanna see again. 'Cause I'll make it out of here, trust me. The next time you see me, I'll be there to kill you. Samuel Campbell: Don't think there's gonna be a next time. Dean Winchester: Whatever gets you through the night.

"Supernatural: 99 Problems (#5.17)" (2010) Dean Winchester: [Dean arrives to the motel room with bloody hands] Paul's dead. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: Jane shot him. Castiel: It's starting. Dean Winchester: What's starting? Where the hell you been? Castiel: [shoots an angry glare at Dean] On a bender! Dean Winchester: He's... did you say on a bender? Sam Winchester: Yea. He's still pretty smashed. Castiel: It is not of import.

Dean Winchester: You're not the first prophet we've met. But you are the cutest.

Sam Winchester: Leah is not a real prophet. Dean Winchester: Well, what is she, exactly? Castiel: The whore. Dean Winchester: Wow, Cas, tell us what you really think.

Castiel: She rises when Lucifer walks the earth. "And she shall come, bearing false prophecy." This creature has the power to take a human's form, read minds. Book of Revelation calls her "the Whore of Babylon."

Dean Winchester: Well thats catchy.

Castiel: It's starting. Dean Winchester: That's starting,where the hell have you been? Castiel: On a Bender. Dean Winchester: Did he... Did you say on a bender? Sam Winchester: Ya he's still pretty smashed.

Castiel: The whore can only be killed by a true servant of heaven. Dean Winchester: Servant like... Castiel: Not you. Or me. Sam of course is an abomination. We'll have to find someone else.

"Supernatural: Bedtime Stories (#3.5)" (2007) Sam Winchester: Actually, I do have a theory... sort of. Dean Winchester: Beat me. Sam Winchester: Well, I'm thinking about fairy tales. Dean Winchester: Oh, that's... that's nice! Do you think about fairy tales often...?

Sam Winchester: Remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses? Dean Winchester: Dude, could you be more gay?

Dean Winchester: I'll tell you one thing - there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog.

Dean Winchester: I'm going to stop the big bad wolf, which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.

Dean Winchester: What the hell do you make of that? Sam Winchester: Actually, I do have a theory. Uh, sorta.

Dean Winchester: Hit me. Sam Winchester: Well, thinkin' about fairy tales. Dean Winchester: ...Oh that's, that's nice. You think about fairy tales often?

Sam Winchester: You remember Cinderella? Dean Winchester: ... Sam Winchester: The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses? Dean Winchester: ...Dude, could you be more gay? Sam Winchester: [flustered] ... Dean Winchester: Don't answer that.

"Supernatural: Death Takes a Holiday (#4.15)" (2009) Sam Winchester: Let's talk to someone who might. Dean Winchester: Well, last I checked Huggy Bear ain't available. Sam Winchester: No dude, the kid. Dean Winchester: The kid? The kid's a doornail. Sam Winchester: Exactly. Look, if he's the last person to die around here, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him. Dean Winchester: I love how matter of fact you are about that. Strange lives.

Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: This job is jacked, that's what. Sam Winchester: How so? Dean Winchester: You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse? Hey let's light it up, right? Butbut this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people. Sam Winchester: Look, I don't want 'em to die either, Dean, but there's a natural order. Dean Winchester: You're kidding, right? Sam Winchester: What?

Dean Winchester: You don't see the irony in that? I mean, you and me, we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death. Sam Winchester: Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they? Dean Winchester: We're no different than anybody else. Sam Winchester: I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to Hell. Look, I know you wanna think of yourself as Joe the plumber Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be. Dean Winchester: Joe the plumber was a douche.

Dean Winchester: [as a spirit, sticks his hand through Sam] Am I making you uncomfortable? Sam Winchester: Get out of me. Dean Winchester: You're such a prude.

Dean Winchester: Dude, you are so Amityville!

[about simulating being a ghost] Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm so feeling up Demi Moore!

"Supernatural: Live Free or Twihard (#6.5)" (2010) Dean Winchester: Open your mouth! [teenage vampire wanna-be opens mouth] Dean Winchester: Take Those out! [He pulls the fake teeth covered in saliva out] Dean Winchester: Ughhh... for the love of... what are you 12? Are you wearing glitter? Vamp Kid: I only do it to get laid man! Dean Winchester: Does it work? [teenage nods] Dean Winchester: [Dean pauses and thinks] I'll be damned. Alright... MMMMBOP your way out of here. Go. Go! AND USE A CONDOM!

Dean Winchester: [about fake movie vamps] These aren't vampires, these are... these are douchebags!

Dean Winchester: Alright, you take Effron, I'll take Bieber.

Sam Winchester: Where are you going? Dean Winchester: Bathroom! Newsflash wizard, vampires pee too.

Dean Winchester: Oh God, I'm Pattinson!

"Supernatural: Like a Virgin (#6.12)" (2011) Dean Winchester: As far as I'm concerned this is a gift horse, and I'm not going looking for teeth. I'm sending Death a damn fruit basket!

Sam Winchester: So what likes gold and virgins? Dean Winchester: P. Diddy?

Dean Winchester: Could you make a few calls? Robert 'Bobby' Singer: To who, Hogwarts?

Dean Winchester: You rocks think you're so smart.

Dragon: [refering to the Blade] Where did you get that? Dean Winchester: Comic Con.

"Supernatural: Born Under a Bad Sign (#2.14)" (2007) [Dean chuckles]

Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: Nothing. Sam Winchester: Dean. What? Dean Winchester: Dude you... You like full on had a girl inside you for like a whole week. [Dean chuckles] Dean Winchester: It's pretty naughty.

Dean Winchester: I'll call you later. [he leaves] Jo Harvelle: No you won't.

Dean Winchester: Hi, so sorry to bother you but my son snuck out of the house last night and went to a Justin Timberlake concert... What?... Uh yeah... Justin's quite the triple threat.

[Sam wants Dean to shot him so he won't kill anyone else] Dean Winchester: You know, I've fought so hard to keep you safe. Sam Winchester: I know. Dean Winchester: I can't. I'd rather die.

Sam Winchester: Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach. Dean Winchester: How bout I smack that smartass right out of your mouth? Sam Winchester: Oh, careful now... wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging

"Supernatural: The Magnificent Seven (#3.1)" (2007) Dean Winchester: Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. And, I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Sam Winchester: It's Hellfire, Dean.

Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, whatever. You're alive, I feel good for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it, so what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little Hell, huh? Sam Winchester: You're unbelievable. Dean Winchester: Very true.

Dean Winchester: What's in the box! [silence] Dean Winchester: Brad Pitt, Se7en, no?

Sam Winchester: How could you make that deal? Dean Winchester: Because I couldn't live with you dead.

Bobby Singer: A cheeseburger for breakfast? Dean Winchester: I ain't sweating the cholesterol.

"Supernatural: Out with the Old (#7.16)" (2012) Dean Winchester: Dancers. They are toe shoes full of crazy. Sam Winchester: And you would know this how? Dean Winchester: I saw Black Swan. Twice. Hot tutu-on-tutu action. Come on, Sam, what's wrong with you? Sam Winchester: Wow. The depths of your...

Dean Winchester: Frank, hey, I don't mean to double-dip in your crazy sauce. No offense. Frank Devereaux: None taken, Fudge Pop.

Dean Winchester: Frank, tell me you got something. Frank Devereaux: No, I'm calling with the Lakers-Celtics score. Dean Winchester: What?

Frank Devereaux: Of course I got something.

Sam Winchester: It doesn't matter where I go Dean. Lucifer will not shut up. Dean Winchester: Even now? Sam Winchester: He's singing Stairway to Heaven right now. Dean Winchester: Good song. Sam Winchester: Not fifty times in a row.

"Supernatural: Sam, Interrupted (#5.11)" (2010) Dean Winchester: Alright look, Nurse Ratchet, let's get one thing straight. I've seen Cuckoo's Nest, so don't try any of that soul crushing, authoritarian crap on me, hmm?

Sam Winchester: [after Dean has made out with a mental patient] Dude, you can *not* hit that. Dean Winchester: Ah, I'm so torn!

Dean Winchester: Pudding!

Nurse Foreman: Walks into the Morgue Room to see Dean and Sam standing in the middle of the room. What are you boys doing in here? Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Sam looks awkwardly at Dean and Dean looks back at Sam. Sam laughs nervously. Nurse Foreman: Waits for an answer. Dean Winchester: With a goofy look on his face, Dean pulls down his pants, raises his arms in the air, and wiggles his body yelling out "PUDDING!" Nurse Foreman: Slightly shocked. All right. Come on you two. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester: Pulls up his pants and turns around to whisper "Crazy works" to Sam before continuing out the door. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Nurse Foreman: Nurse Foreman has a smile on her face as Dean and Sam walk past her to exit the morgue room.

"Supernatural: I Believe the Children Are Our Future (#5.6)" (2009) Dean Winchester: [after electrocuting a piece of pork with a Joy Buzzer] That'll do, Pig!

Sam Winchester: [Dean is eating... again] Dude, seriously... with the ham. Dean Winchester: [Speaks with mouth full] We don't have a fridge.

Dean Winchester: Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance? Sam Winchester: Yeah, why? [Dean shows Sam his hairy palm] Sam Winchester: uh, dude, fu... that's not what I think it is, is it? Dean Winchester: I got bored, that nurse was hot. Sam Winchester: You know, you can go blind from that too. Dean Winchester: Give me five minutes, we'll go check out that house. [walks away] Sam Winchester: Hey! Do not use my razor! [Dean smirks]

Castiel: [unknowingly sits on a whoopie cushion] That wasn't me. Dean Winchester: Who put that there?

"Supernatural: Family Matters (#6.7)" (2010) Sam Winchester: Samuel didn't take the bait. So I went with Plan B. Dean Winchester: We had a Plan B?

Dean Winchester: Since when do you give a crap about vampires? Crowley: Since, uh... what's today, Friday? Okay let's see... since, mind your own business.

Crowley: Best shut your gob. Employees don't question management. Dean Winchester: We ain't your employees. Crowley: Of course you are! Have been for some time now, thanks to Gramps. I don't keep Captain Chromedome around for his wit, do I? Samuel knows things. More than any of you, actually. Walking encyclopedia of the creepy and the crawly. And I knew, you two are so hung up on family-loyalty nonsense, that when he said jump, you'd get froggy.

Sam Winchester: Working with a demon, huh? You're not who I thought you were. Samuel Campbell: You don't know anything about me, son. Dean Winchester: So what's so important that you're the king of Hell's cabana boy, huh? What'd he offer you? Girls, money? Hair?

"Supernatural: Ghostfacers (#3.13)" (2008) Kenny Spruce: Can I ask you a question? Dean Winchester: Sure. Kenny Spruce: Before, when you and Sam were talking - he said you had two months left? Dean Winchester: It's complicated. A while ago, Sam... [he stops, looking into the camera] Dean Winchester: You know what? I'm not gonna whine about my bullshit problems to a bullshit reality show, I'm gonna do my fuckin' job. Kenny Spruce: [after a long pause] Is it cancer? Dean Winchester: Shut up.

Ed Zeddmore: I know you. Dean Winchester: Yeah, sure you do. Let's see some identification. Ed Zeddmore: I know the both of you guys. Yeah, yeah... Ed Zeddmore: [Ed shakes his head at Sam and Dean] Sam Winchester: [Sam suddenly recognizes Ed] Sam Winchester: Holy shit.

Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: West Texas - that tulpa we had to take out, those two goofballs who almost got us killed? Uh - uh, Hell Hounds, or somethin'? Dean Winchester: Fuck me.

Dean Winchester: There's a box of salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside. Ed Zeddmore: [a long pause; Ed and Harry look confused] Get inside your duffel? Dean Winchester: The salt, you idiots!

Dean Winchester: [about the finished Ghostfacers pilot] You know, I kinda think it was half-awesome. Maggie Zeddmore: Half-awesome? That's full-on good, right? Sam Winchester: Yeah, I mean, it's bizarre how y'all are able to, uh, to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done.

"Supernatural: All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 2 (#2.22)" (2007) Dean Winchester: You know when we were little, you couldn't have been more than five, you started asking me questions. Like, how come we didn't have a mom? Why we always have to move around? Where'd dad go? When he'd take off for days at a time. I remember I begged you to quit asking, Sammy, you don't want to know. I just wanted you to be a kid, just a little while longer. I was trying to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me, it was just always my responsibility. It was like I had one job. I had one job and I screwed it up. I blew it and for that I am sorry. [Tears fall from his eyes and he wipes his eyes] Dean Winchester: I guess that's what I do, I let down the people I love. I let dad down. And now, I guess I'm supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do, Sammy? [Long pause] Dean Winchester: What am I supposed to do? [Gets up and kicks the bed] Dean Winchester: [shouting] What am I supposed to do?

Sam Winchester: How long did you get?

Dean Winchester: One year. I got one year.

Dean Winchester: We got work to do. [slams the trunk lid closed]

Dean Winchester: I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I just couldn't. He's my brother. Bobby Singer: How's your brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to hell?

"Supernatural: Crossroad Blues (#2.8)" (2006) Sam Winchester: So? Dean Winchester: The secretary's name is Carly, she's 23, she Kayaks and they're real. Sam Winchester: You didn't happen to ask her if she has seen any black dogs lately did you? Dean Winchester: Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, hairy or doglike. There are 19 calls in all, and ah... [pulls post-it off of paper] Dean Winchester: I dont know what this thing is. Sam Winchester: [laughs] You mean Carly's Myspace address? Dean Winchester: Yeah, Myspace, what the hell is that? Sam Winchester: [laughs] Dean Winchester: Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?

Sam Winchester: So much for a low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis and you're officially in the Fed's database. Dean Winchester: Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something! Sam Winchester: Dean, it's not funny. It makes the job harder, we've to be be more careful now. Dean Winchester: Well, what've they got on you? Sam Winchester: I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet. Dean Winchester: Wait, no accessory? Nothing?

Sam Winchester: Shut up. Dean Winchester: Ha! You're jealous. Sam Winchester: No I'm not! Dean Winchester: Alright, what have you got on the case there you innocent, harmless young man you?

Dean Winchester: We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.

Dean Winchester: [after crossroads demon kisses him] What the hell was that for? Dean's Demon: Sealing the deal. Dean Winchester: You know, I usually like to be warned before I'm violated by demon tongue.

"Supernatural: All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 1 (#2.21)" (2007) Dean Winchester: Bring me some pie!

Dean Winchester: We got work to do.

Dean Winchester: Whoo, that was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels. [in regards to the vision he received]

Dean Winchester: [after Sam gets stabbed] Hey, hey... come here, come here, let me look at ya. [checks the wound on Sam's back] Dean Winchester: Oh, hey look, it's not even that bad... It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy, Sam! Hey, listen to me, we are going to patch you up okay... You'll be as good as new. Huh? I'm going to take care of you, I'm going to take care of you! I gotcha. It's my job, right, watch after my pain-in-theass little brother... Sam... Sam... Sam! Sammy! [Sam dies] Dean Winchester: No. No-no-no-no-no-no. Oh, God. Oh, God... Sam!

"Supernatural: Two and a Half Men (#6.2)" (2010) Dean Winchester: You can't just Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter!

Dean Winchester: [to baby] Ok if I put you down are you gonna be a man about it?

Dean Winchester: It's like trying to defuse an IED with poop.

Dean Winchester: You got something to say to me? [Mark stares at him, says nothing] Dean Winchester: Ok, then why don't you just stand there and think at me.

"Supernatural: Sympathy for the Devil (#5.1)" (2009) Zachariah: What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much one of them. Dean Winchester: What do you mean, I'm the sword? Zachariah: Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his... receptacle. Dean Winchester: I'm a vessel? Zachariah: You're "the" vessel. Michael's vessel. Dean Winchester: How? Why? Why me? Zachariah: Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean. Dean Winchester: Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an Angel condom. That's real fun!

[Zachariah has been threatening and tormenting Dean; Castiel appears and kills the other angels with a silver stiletto] Zachariah: How are you...? Castiel: Alive? It's a good question. [indicating Dean and Sam] Castiel: How did these two end up on that airplane? Another good question, because the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?

Zachariah: No... It's not possible. Castiel: [fiercely] It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these boys back together, and go. I won't ask twice. [Zachariah disappears; the brothers recover] Castiel: You two need to be more careful. Dean Winchester: Yeah, starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought. Castiel: I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel, and once he takes it those hex bags won't be enough to protect you. [he touches their chests, the brothers flinch and groan] Dean Winchester: What the hell was that? Castiel: An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation. Including Lucifer. Dean Winchester: What, did you just brand us with it? Castiel: No, I carved it into your ribs. [pause while they take this in] Sam Winchester: Hey Cas, were you really dead? [a beat] Castiel: Yes. Dean Winchester: Then how are you back? [Castiel looks at them for a moment, not answering, then vanishes with a sound of wingbeats]

Dean Winchester: [angrily] You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack-squat from you! Zachariah: You listen to *me*, boy. You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did? [looks down, sees blood dripping from Dean's hand] Zachariah: You're bleeding... Dean Winchester: [looks down] Oh yeah. A little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up. [whips the sliding door out, revealing the angel-banishing sigil] Zachariah: [lurching forward] No...! [Dean slams his palm onto the sigil; the angels vanish in a flash of light]

Dean Winchester: [to the empty air] Learned that from my friend Cas, you sonofabitch.

Sam Winchester: [Stumbles back] Geez! Ow! Chuck Shurley: Sam? Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dean Winchester: Hey Chuck. Chuck Shurley: So... you're okay? Sam Winchester: Well, my head hurts. Chuck Shurley: No, I mean, I mean, my last vision... you went, like, full-on vadar. Your body temperature was 150. Your heart rate was 200. Your eyes were black. Dean Winchester: Your eyes were black? Sam Winchester: I didn't know. Dean Winchester: Where's Cass? Chuck Shurley: He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smoked the crap out of him. I'm sorry. Dean Winchester: You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something. Chuck Shurley: Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup. Sam Winchester: You got a...

"Supernatural: Roadkill (#2.16)" (2007) Sam Winchester: Should've thought of it. Dean Winchester: What? Sam Winchester: It's an old country custom Dean. Planting a tree as a grave marker. Dean Winchester: You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness. [walks off] Sam Winchester: [calls after him] Yeah, I know.

Dean Winchester: [after they come to see a creepy-looking house] You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house.

Molly McNamara: Oh, Thank God! Dean Winchester: Ah, Call me Dean.

Dean Winchester: Hey, follow the creepy brick road.

"Supernatural: Two Minutes to Midnight (#5.21)" (2010) Sam Winchester: The last thing Pestilence said, "It's too late." Bobby Singer: He get specific. Sam Winchester: No. Dean Winchester: We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actual good news. Bobby Singer: Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million are gonna die. Dean Winchester: Huh. Castiel: [at Bobby] I don't understand your definition of good news.

Crowley: [to Bobby] Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it. Sam Winchester: Bobby? Tell us what? Bobby Singer: World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little... soul. Dean Winchester: You sold your soul? Crowley: Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back. Dean Winchester: Well, then give it back! Crowley: I will. Dean Winchester: Now! Sam Winchester: Did you kiss him? Dean Winchester: Sam. Sam Winchester: I was just wondering.

Bobby Singer: [innocently] No! [Crowley shows a picture of his cellphone of them kissing] Bobby Singer: Why'd you take a picture? Crowley: Why do you have to use tongue?

Dean Winchester: I gotta ask, how old are you? Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg regardless, at the end, I'll reap Him too. Dean Winchester: God? You'll reap God? Death: Oh, yes. God will die too, Dean. Dean Winchester: ...This is way above my pay grade. Death: Just a bit.

Dean Winchester: What about Chicago? Death: I suppose it can stay. I like the pizza.

"Supernatural: Mommy Dearest (#6.19)" (2011) Sam Winchester: Well, you know what? Maybe it's like iron or silver, you know? Hurts them, not us. Dean Winchester: Maybe, but a fat lot of good it does us till we find that bitch. Bobby Singer: I'm looking, but I'm thinking maybe it's time you made a call. Dean Winchester: Why's it always gotta to be me, huh? It's not like Cass lives in my ass. The dude's busy. [Castiel appears behind him] Dean Winchester: Cass, get out of my ass. Castiel: I was never in your...

Castiel: I'll search the town. Give me a moment. [Cass doesn't disappear]

Dean Winchester: Cass, we can still see you. Castiel: Yeah, I'm still here. Dean Winchester: Okay, well, you don't have to wait on us. You - Well, now it just looks like you're pooping.

Dean Winchester: What do you call these? Bobby Singer: Well, congrats. You discovered it. You get to name it. Dean Winchester: Jefferson Starships. Huh? Because they're horrible and hard to kill. Sam Winchester: Looks like the whole bar has turned into... Dean Winchester: Jefferson Starships. Sam Winchester: Fine.

"Supernatural: My Bloody Valentine (#5.14)" (2010) [as a happy, fat and very naked Cupid grabs and hugs the brothers and Castiel] Dean Winchester: This is a fight? Are we in a fight? Castiel: This is... their handshake. Dean Winchester: I don't like it! Castiel: No one likes it.

Castiel: [about the hamburger he's eating] These make me very happy. Dean Winchester: Seriously how many is that? Castiel: I lost count, but it's in the low hundreds.

Dean Winchester: [while looking at victims' body parts] Hey, Sam. [Passes heart to Sam] Dean Winchester: Be my Valentine?

"Supernatural: No Rest for the Wicked (#3.16)" (2008)

Dean Winchester: If we go down, then we go down swingin'.

Dean Winchester: I'm glad my doomed soul's good for something.

Dean Winchester: And I wish you'd shut your pie-hole, but we don't always get what we want.

"Supernatural: After School Special (#4.13)" (2009) Dean Winchester: The whistle makes me their god.

[Dean is undercover at a high school, posing as a gym teacher] Dean Winchester: Today, you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, and cunning. A game with one simple rule: [Dean picks up a red gym ball] Dean Winchester: Dodge. [Dean pegs a student in the stomach at close range, knocking him to the floor] Dean Winchester: Sorry Kid in Gym Class: Uh, substitute Coach Roth? Dean Winchester: Yes? Kid in Gym Class: Miss Budroll never let us play dodgeball. Dean Winchester: Well, Miss. B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing. Kid in Gym Class: She says it's dangerous! Dean Winchester: [Dean blows his whistle] Take a lap!

Young Dean Winchester: I'm a HE-ro!

"Supernatural: Metamorphosis (#4.4)" (2008) Dean Winchester: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress, right next to his KY. It's a sickness, it is.

Dean Winchester: It's already gone too far, Sam! If I didn't know you, I would want to hunt you - and so would other hunters.

Sam Winchester: [after Dean confronts Sam about using his powers] You were gone. I was here. I had to keep on fighting without you. And what I'm doing, it works. Dean Winchester: Tell me, if it's so terrific, then why'd you lie about it to me? Why did an angel tell me to stop you? Sam Winchester: [Sam looks up, startled at Dean] What? Dean Winchester: Cas said if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam? That means that *God* doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me that everything is all good?

"Supernatural: Salvation (#1.21)" (2006) Sam Winchester: It seems that as closer as we get to the demon, the stronger my vision get. John Winchester: Ok, why didn't I hear about this? If something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me. Dean Winchester: [surprised] Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence, Sam called you when I was dying. To be getting you on the phone, I have a better chance at winning the lottery!

Sam Winchester: It's still in there! Dean Winchester: Sam - Sam! No! Sam Winchester: Dean, let me go it's still in there! Dean Winchester: It's burning to the ground! It's suicide! Sam Winchester: I don't care! Dean Winchester: I DO!

Sam Winchester: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom. Dean Winchester: You said yourself once... that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back.

Sam Winchester: [grabs Dean and shoves him up against the wall] Don't you say that! Not you! Not after all this. Don't you say that. Dean Winchester: Sam, look... the three of us... that's all we have... it's all I have... sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... without you and Dad...

"Supernatural: The Rapture (#4.20)" (2009) Dean Winchester: You used to be strong enough to kill Alistair. Now you can't even kill, uh, stuntdemon number 3?

Sam Winchester: Sorry, uh, this is funny to you? Dean Winchester: Mr. Big-Bad-Prison-Guard Jimmy McMook gives you the slip? Yeah, it's pretty funny. What were you doing anyway? Sam Winchester: I was getting a Coke! Dean Winchester: [sarcastically] Was it a refreshing Coke?

Amelia Novak: [possessed] You know what's funny? Dean Winchester: You wearing a soccer mom?

"Supernatural: I Know What You Did Last Summer (#4.9)" (2008) Dean Winchester: Sam! Sam Winchester: Yeah? Dean Winchester: To much information! Sam Winchester: Hey, I told you I was coming clean. Dean Winchester: Yeah, but now I feel dirty.

Dean Winchester: So they lock you up with a case of the crazies, when really you were just tuning into Angel Radio?

Psychologist: It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real.

Dean Winchester: Well, that-that's just batty.

"Supernatural: Malleus Maleficarum (#3.9)" (2008) Dean Winchester: I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere... Sam Winchester: Pretty much. Dean Winchester: It's creepy, y'know, it's downright unsanitary!

Dean Winchester: You saved my life. Ruby: Don't mention it. Dean Winchester: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. Tasted like ass. Ruby: It's called witchcraft, short bus. Dean Winchester: ...You're the short bus, short bus...

Sam Winchester: We have to start looking at the big picture, Dean. Start thinking in strategies, in moves ahead. It's not so simple, we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war. Dean Winchester: Are you feeling okay? Sam Winchester: Why are you always asking me that? Dean Winchester: Because you're takin' advice from a demon, for starters. And by the way you seem less and less worried about offing people. You know, it used to eat you up inside. Sam Winchester: Yeah, and what has that gotten me? Dean Winchester: Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the friggin' car, and friggin' argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap... Sam Winchester: Wait, so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you? Dean Winchester: No! I'm not mad, I'm - I'm worried. Sam, I'm worried 'cause you're not actin' like yourself. Sam Winchester: You're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice. Dean Winchester: What is that supposed to mean?

Sam Winchester: Look... Dean, you're leaving, right? And I gotta stay here in this crap hole of a world. Alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war when you're gone... then I gotta change. Dean Winchester: Change into what? Sam Winchester: Into you. I've gotta be more like you.

"Supernatural: Let It Bleed (#6.21)" (2011) Bobby Singer: Well, that's the bad news. Our pal Cass didn't stop in last night just to mend fences. Dean Winchester: What did he do? Bobby Singer: Stole something. Dean Winchester: What? Bobby Singer: The journal of one Moishe Campbell. Sam Winchester: "Moishe"? Bobby Singer: Of the New York Campbells. Sam Winchester: Uh, so we gotta get it back, right? Bobby Singer: Or just read the copy I already made. Hi. Glad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.

Dean Winchester: All right, so, whose this Phillips guy? Bobby Singer: Phillips isn't his last name. It's Lovecraft. Sam Winchester: Wait. H.P. Lovecraft? Let me see that. Dean Winchester: Am I suppose to know who that is? Bobby Singer: Horror writer? "At the Mountains of Madness," "The Call of Cthulu." Dean Winchester: Yeah. No. No, I'm... I was too busy having sex with women.

Crowley: God, how long's it been, Dean? Since my so-called demise, yes? Dean Winchester: Crowley, let them go now. Or I swear... Crowley: Right, right. You'll rip me a cornucopia of orifices.

"Supernatural: Good God, Y'All (#5.2)" (2009) Castiel: I don't have much time, we need to talk. Dean Winchester: Okay. Castiel: Your plan, to kill Lucifer. Dean Winchester: Yeah, you wanna help? Castiel: No. It's foolish. It can't be done. Dean Winchester: Oh, well thanks for the support. Castiel: But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael, strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the Apocalypse. Sam Winchester: Who's that? Castiel: The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God. [pause, the brothers look at him in disbelief] Castiel: I'm gonna find God.

Dean Winchester: God? Castiel: Yes. Dean Winchester: [disbelieving] God. Castiel: Yes! He isn't in Heaven; he has to be somewhere. Dean Winchester: Try New Mexico, I hear he's on a tortilla. [a beat as the joke goes over Castiel's head] Castiel: No, he's not on any flatbread. Dean Winchester: Listen chuckles, even if there *is* a God, he is either dead, and that's the generous theory... Castiel: He *is* out there, Dean. Dean Winchester: ...or, he's up and kicking, and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean look around you man, the world is in the toilet! We are *literally* at the End of Days here, and he's off somewhere, drinkin' booze out of a coconut! Alright? Castiel: Enough! This is not a theological issue, it's strategic. With God's help, we *can* win.

Dean Winchester: It's a pipe dream, Cas. Castiel: [advancing, furious] I killed two angels this week. Those are my brothers. I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for *you*, and you failed. You and your brother *destroyed* the *world*, and I lost everything... for nothing. [pause, Dean and Sam look uncomfortable] Castiel: So keep... your *opinions*... to yourself.

"Supernatural: All Dogs Go to Heaven (#6.8)" (2010) Dean Winchester: [to Lucky] Now we can do this the easy way [holds up a stack of clothes] Dean Winchester: or the hard way [holds up training collar] Dean Winchester: . [Sam snickers, Dean gives him a look] Sam Winchester: What? Soul or not that's funnny.

Dean Winchester: Good Mornin'... Ish...

"Supernatural: Sex and Violence (#4.14)" (2009) Sam Winchester: She was a stripper? Dean Winchester: Dude, her name was Jasmine.

Sam Winchester: You seem pretty cheery. Dean Winchester: Strippers Sammy, strippers. We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally.

"Supernatural: The Song Remains the Same (#5.13)" (2010) Dean Winchester: Team Free Will. An ex-blood junkie, a high school drop out with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. Awesome.

Dean Winchester: So what, you're like a Delorian without enough plutonium? Castiel: [frustrated] I don't understand that reference.

"Supernatural: Family Remains (#4.11)" (2009) Dean Winchester: So Grandaddy was also the baby daddy? Sam Winchester: Yup. Dean Winchester: Dude, that's just gross.

Danny Carter: You hunt ghosts? Dean Winchester: That's right Danny Carter: Like Scooby-Doo? Dean Winchester: Better...

"Supernatural: Point of No Return (#5.18)" (2010) Street Preacher: [shouting] The end is nigh! The apocalypse is upon us! The angels talk to me, and they asked me to talk to you! The apocalypse... Dean Winchester: [interrupting] Hey! I'm Dean Winchester. Do you know who I am? Street Preacher: Dear God! Dean Winchester: I'll take that as a yes. Listen, I need you to pray to your angel buddies and let them know that I'm here. Street Preacher: [drops to knees, shouting] Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name... Castiel: You pray too loud.

Dean Winchester: Screw destiny right in the face. I say we take the fight to them, do it our way. Sam Winchester: Sounds good.

"Supernatural: It's a Terrible Life (#4.17)" (2009) Dean Winchester: Angel or not, I will stab you in your face.

Dean Winchester: I'm gonna do a public service and, uh, let you know that-that you over-share.

"Supernatural: When the Levee Breaks (#4.21)" (2009) Dean Winchester: How long's this gonna go on? Bobby Singer: Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait, no one ever wrote one.

Sam Winchester: Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me. Dean Winchester: No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam. Sam Winchester: Yes, I do. Dean Winchester: Then that's worse. Sam Winchester: Why? Look, I'm telling you... Dean Winchester: Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means... Sam Winchester: What? No. Say it. Dean Winchester: It means you're a monster.

"Supernatural: Reading is Fundamental (#7.21)" (2012) Castiel: Can you not see that? This is the handwriting of Metatron. Sam Winchester: Metatron? You saying a Transformer wrote that? Dean Winchester: No. That's Megatron. Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: The Transformer - It's Megatron. Sam Winchester: What?

Sam Winchester: Here. Leviathan cannot be slain but by a bone of a righteous mortal washed in the three bloods of the fallen. Uh... it says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel. Castiel: Well, you know me. I'm always happen to bleed for the Winchesters.

Dean Winchester: What are you gonna do, Cass? Castiel: I don't know. Isn't that amazing?

"Supernatural: My Heart Will Go On (#6.17)" (2011) Sam Winchester: So you just, what, unsunk a giant boat? Balthazar: Oh, come on, I saved people. I thought you loved that kind of thing. Sam Winchester: Yeah, but now those people and their kids and their kids' kids... They must have interacted with so many other people changed so much crap. You totally Butterfly Effect-ed history. Dean Winchester: Dude, dude. Rule one: No Kutcher references. Balthazar: Yes, unfortunately, there's still an Ashton Kutcher. And you still averted an apocalypse and there are still archangels.

Sam Winchester: I just had the weirdest dream. Dean Winchester: Twenty bucks says mine was weirder. I'm not kidding. Sam Winchester: No, no. I'm not kidding either. I mean, it was just bizarre. Dean Winchester: Mine had the actual Titanic in it. [Sam gives him a stare] Dean Winchester: What? There something on my face? Sam Winchester: Did it, uh, not sink? Because Balthazar... Dean Winchester: Had a hate-on for Billy Zane? Why are you having my dreams, dude?

"Supernatural: Death's Door (#7.10)" (2011) Dean Winchester: We're coming for you. And not just to hurt you - to kill you. You understand me? Dick Roman: Come on, Dean, I can't be killed. Dean Winchester: You're gonna wish you could, then. Dick Roman: [laughs] That's some conviction. You'd really crush it on the motivational circuit. Dean Winchester: You're either laughing because you're scared or you're laughing because you're stupid. I'll see you soon, Dick.

Dean Winchester: All right, scoot, jerkface. Show your elders some respect. Sam Winchester: You scoot, asshat. Dean Winchester: Did we get licorice? Sam Winchester: No, we did not get licorice. We got good snacks. Licorice is disgusting. Dean Winchester: I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand that, uh, Mr. "Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich." Sam Winchester: I stand by that sandwich. Nobody likes licorice. It's - it's made of dirt. Dean Winchester: It is a classic movie food. It's right up there with popcorn. Sam Winchester: Popcorn? Dean Winchester: Yeah. Sam Winchester: You're out of your mind. Dean Winchester: What, it's like little chewy pieces of heaven.

"Supernatural: There Will Be Blood (#7.22)" (2012) Dean Winchester: Can't get laid, can't sleep in. Sounds like a frikin' tragedy.

"Supernatural: The Real Ghostbusters (#5.9)" (2009) Sam Winchester: What do you think? Dean Winchester: I don't think he's a good enough actor to be acting.

"Supernatural: Fallen Idols (#5.5)" (2009) Dean Winchester: Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat

"Supernatural: Criss Angel Is a Douche Bag (#4.12)" (2009) Chief: You are really gonna get it tonight, big boy. Dean Winchester: There's been a misunderstanding. I think, uh, I've been had. Chief: Oh, you ain't been had till you been had by The Chief. Oh, and before we get started, what's your safe word?

"Supernatural: How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters (#7.9)" (2011) Dean Winchester: I think you pissed off my sandwich.

"Supernatural: The Animation: The Alter Ego (#1.1)" (2011) Dean Winchester: So how did you like shooting yourself? Sam Winchester: I'll probably have nightmares about it. Dean Winchester: Can't say I blame you.

"Supernatural: The Kids Are Alright (#3.2)" (2007) Sam Winchester: [hangs up the phone] I was just ordering pizza. Dean Winchester: You do know you're in a restaurant? Sam Winchester: I just felt like pizza. Dean Winchester: Ok, Weirdy McWeirderson.

"Supernatural: The Devil You Know (#5.20)" (2010) Dean Winchester: [wearing a medical mask] Hey, check it out, I look like the King of Pop. [Sam rolls his eyes] Dean Winchester: Too soon? Sam Winchester: Too soon.

"Supernatural: The Third Man (#6.3)" (2010) Dean Winchester: There's too many angels, Cass. I don't know who's on first, what's on second... Castiel: What is second? Dean Winchester: Don't start that.

"Supernatural: Heart (#2.17)" (2007)

Dean Winchester: I hate to say it, she's a sweet girl, but part of her is... Sam Winchester: Evil? Dean Winchester: Yeah... Sam Winchester: That's what they say about me, Dean. So me you won't kill, but her your going to just blow away?