I'm a Virgo, enjoy sunsets, and hot guys with a couple of guns and a fast car.

I like Supernatural, Reaper, Dragon Booster, Moonlight, and Storm Hawks.

I think Dean and Sam Winchester are the hottest guys on the planet

The guys in Reaper are awesome.

MoordrydxKitt is the best pairing ever.

Mick, Joesf, and Beth rock!

and Aerrow, Piper, Finn, Dark Ace, Master Cyclonis, Ravess, Junko, Radarr, and Stork are awesome! Oh, and Aerrow and Dark Ace are pretty hot too:P

Oh, and Crystal Wildfyr and Liliwen and Sai.W.D.leader are my bestest buddies ever! (gives them a big hug) You rock!

My Favorite Artists

Full Blown Rose

Pink

AC/DC

Ataris

Simple Plan

Gwen Stefani

Nickelback

Billy Talent

Daniel Beddingfield

Kelly Clarkson

Trapt

Jimmy Eat World

Foo Fighters

Bon Jovi

Cobra Starship

Hot Chocolate

Queen

All American Rejects

Evanescence

Savage Garden

The Goo Goo Dolls

Dixie Chicks

Maroon 5

Cascada

Rascal Flatts

Duran Duran

Fallout Boys

Boney M.

Daughtry

Avril Lavigne

Kansas

My Favorite Supernatural Quotes

Sam: I like your necklace.
Amy: Troy gave it to me. Mostly, to scare my parents with all that devil stuff.
Sam: Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.
Dean: Okay, thank you Unsolved Mysteries.

Dean: You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.
Sam: And who is that?
Dean: One of us.

Dean: You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl..
Sam: Maybe. Why not?
Dean: Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things that you've done?
Sam: No, and she's not ever going to know.
Dean: Well, that's healthy.

Dean: Whoa, easy, tiger.
Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs) You scared the crap out of me.
Dean: That's because you're out of practice. (Sam pins Dean down)
Dean: Or not. Get off me.
Sam: What the hell are you doing here?
Dean: Well I was looking for a beer.

Dean: Okay, all right. We gotta talk.
Sam: Um... the phone ?
Dean: If I woulda called you would you have picked up?

Sam: Car all right?
Dean: Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick--what a bitch!

Sheriff: You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect.
Dean: That makes sense, since when the first one went missing in '82 I was three!

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

Sam: You smell like a toilet.

Policeman: Who are you?
Dean: Federal Marshals.
Policeman: You two are a little young for Marshals, aren’t you?
Dean: Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.

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

Sam: So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?
Dean: Well, yeah. 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: Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Dean: Why?
Sam: Well for one they are cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica... its the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: House rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.
Sam: Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam okay.
Dean: Sorry can't hear you. The music's too loud.

Officer: So, fake U.S. Marshall. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?

Dean: My boobs

Dean: (nodding at two agents) No sir, we were just leaving. Agent Mulder, Agent Scully.

Dean: Nice work, Sammy.
Sam: (painful laughing) Yeah, wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your ass! I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you.

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

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

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

Dean: I love the Smurfs.

Sam: Hey Dean. What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: No chick flick moments.
Sam: All right... jerk.
Dean: Bitch.

Sheriff: I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.
Dean: You talkin' about misdemeanor kind of trouble or squeal like a pig trouble?

Jess: Wait, you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he all right?
Sam: Yeah, you know, just a little family drama.
Jess: Your brother said he's on some kind of hunting trip?
Sam: Oh, yeah. He's just deer hunting up at the cabin. He's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back.

Dean: Dad hasn't been home in a few days.
Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.

Sam: We got work to do.

Sam: Yeah? When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45.
Dean: Well what was he supposed to do?
Sam: I was nine years old. He was supposed to say "Don’t be afraid of the dark."
Dean: 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: So, we got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, wanna kill this evil son of a bitch.
Dean: Well hell, you know I'm in.

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

Haley: You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffle bag. You're not rangers, so who the hell are you?
Dean: Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat.
Haley: Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?
Dean: I'm telling you now. Besides, that's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. Ever. So we okay?
Haley: Yeah, okay.
Dean: And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions? (pulls out peanut M&Ms and walks away)

(playing a video game)
Brad: Dude, you're cheating.
Gary: Nope, you just suck.

Sam: We never should have let you come out here in the first place, alright? I’m trying to protect you.
Roy: You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight.
Sam: Yeah? It’s a damn near perfect hunter, and it’s gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here.
Roy: (laughs) You know you’re crazy, right?

Sam: We can not let that Hailey girl go out there.
Dean: Oh, yeah? What are we gonna tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?
Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Chow time, you freaky bastard. Yeah, that's right, bring it on baby. I taste good.

Dean: You okay?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dean: Another nightmare?
(Sam clears throat)
Dean: You wanna drive for a while?
Sam: Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.

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

Haley: You're rangers?
Dean: That's right
Haley: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean: Oh, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.

Dean: Hey, you want some white meat, bitch?! I’m right here!

Haley: I don't know how to thank you. (Dean gives her "the look") Must you cheapen the moment?
Dean: Yeah.

Dean: (to Sam) I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things... The family business.

Dean: So... cute kid.
Andrea: Thanks.
Dean: Kids are the best, huh?

(to Lucas)
Dean: You're scared. It's okay, I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe... your dad wants you to be brave, too.

Sam: People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.

Dean: (Lucas) So crayons are more of your thing. That's cool. Chicks dig artists.

Dean: You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. (points to an attractive waitress) That’s fun.

Dean: All right if you're goin' to be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time.
Lucas: Zeppelin Rules!
Dean: That's right, up high.

Sam: (referring to Lucus' picture) See this church? I bet there is less than a thousand of those around here.
Dean: (sarcastically) Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart

Sheriff Devins: Or we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again.
Sam: Door #2 sounds good.
Sheriff Devins: That's the one I'd pick.

Dean: (to Sam) Oh god, we’re not going to have to hug or anything, are we?

Sam: “Kids are the best?" You don’t even like kids.
Dean: I love kids.
Sam: Name three children that you even know.
(long pause)
Sam: Forget it.
Dean: I’m thinking!

Dean: I just don't want to leave this town until I know that the kid is okay.
Sam: Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?

Andrea: (to Dean) Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.

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

Sam: What is that?
Dean: It's an EMF meter. It reads electromagnetic frequencies.
Sam: I know what an EMF is. But why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?
Dean: (proudly) Because thats what I made it out of. It's homemade.
Sam: Yeah, I can see that.

Dean: What time is it now?
Sam: Oh about 5:45.
Dean: In the morning?!
Sam: Yup.
Dean: (sarcastically) Where does the day go?

Dean: Yeah, it was a poltergeist right?
Co-Worker: Hey, Poltergeist, I love that movie!
Jerry: Yeah, no one's talking to you. Keep walkin'

Jerry: If you fellas would excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.

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

Dean: Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm freakin' four!
Sam: (very calmly) You need to calm down.
Dean: Well, I'm sorry I can't!
Sam: (still calm) Yes, you can.
Dean: Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help-yoga crap. It's not helping!

(Dean is being fidgety on the plane)
Sam: Just try to relax.
Dean: (through clenched teeth) Just try to shut up!

Sam: Are you ok?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: Why? What's wrong?
Dean: I kind of have this problem with...
(moves his hand in a plane motion)
Sam: Flying?
Dean: It's never really been an issue until now.
Sam: You're joking right?
Dean: Do I look like I'm joking?! Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?!

Sam: Never? You're never afraid?
Dean: No, not really.
(Sam pulls a long knife out from under Dean's pillow)
Dean: That's not fear. That's precaution.
Sam: Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.

Dean: When's the last time you got a good night sleep?
Sam: I don't know. A little while I guess. It's not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah, it is!
Sam: Look I appreciate your concern...
Dean: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive! So I need you sharp.

Dean: Did you get any sleep last night?
Sam: Yeah, I got a couple of hours.
Dean: Liar. See, I was up at 3 and you were watching George Foreman infomercials.
Sam: What can I say? Riveting TV!

Sam: If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God.
Dean: Uh, nice.
(Dean gets up and starts to walk away)
Sam : Hey?
Dean: What?
Sam: Say it In Latin.
Dean: I know!
Sam : Hey?
Dean: What?!
Sam: In Latin it's Cristo.
Dean: Dude, I know! I'm not idiot!

Sam: Are you humming to Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.

Dean: I look like one of the Blues Brothers.
Sam: No you don't . You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.

Officer: Hold it!
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. False alarm. I tripped the system.
Officer: Who are you?
Dean: I'm the boss's kid.
Officer: You're Mr. Yamishiro's kid?

Reflection: You never told her the truth—who you really were.But it’s more than that, isn’t it? Those nightmares you’ve been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning—You had them for days before she died. Didn’t you!? You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die!? You dreamt it would happen!!

Dean: I don’t what?
Sam: You don’t know all about it. I haven’t told you everything.
Dean: What are you talking about?
Sam: Well it wouldn’t really be a secret if I told you, would it?

Dean: Well, who’s gonna summon her?
Sam: I will. She’ll come after me.
Dean: You know what, that’s it. 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: So we gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill.
Dean: Well, that sounds annoying.
Sam: No, it won't be so bad, as long as we, ahh… (looks at the computers which have signs on them saying "OUT OF ORDER") ...huh. I take that back. This will be very annoying.

Sam: Might not be one of ours. It might be just some freak medical thing.
Dean: How many times in Dad's long, varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing? And not some sign of an awful supernatural death?
Sam: Almost never.
Dean: Exactly.

Dean: So, what'd you dream about?
Sam: Lollipops and candycanes.
Dean: Yeah, sure.

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

Dean: 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: Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean: Because I'm an awesome brother.

Sam: But the eyes. What would cause something like that?
Doctor: Capillaries comburst? Uh... I see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims.
Dean: Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs?
Doctor: Yeah, that's a first for me.

Sam: Look, you're my brother and I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.

Dean: Sammy! Sammy!
Sam: It's Sam.

(discussing Jill's murder)
Charlie: I'm insane, right?
Dean: No, you're not insane.
Charlie: That makes me feel so much worse!

Dean: Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean : This has gotta be like, what, 600 hundred years bad luck?

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

Dean: Hey. Remember when I said this wasn’t our kind of problem?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Definitely our kind of problem.

Dean: So the neighbor's dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed.
Sam: Animals can have a sharp sense of paranormal.
Dean: Yeah, maybe Fido saw something.

Dean: Sam, the guy’s walkin’ around with my face. Okay, it’s a little personal, I wanna find him.

Sam: What are you gonna do to me?
Shapeshifter Dean: I'm not gonna do anything, Dean will, though.
Sam: You'll never catch him.
Shapeshifter Dean: Oh, it doesn't matter. Murder in the first? Of his own brother? He'll be hunted the rest of his life.

Rebecca: What did you call it?
Shapeshifter Dean: A shapeshifter. Yeah, maybe we're crazy, but what if we're not? I mean, look, you said it yourself, that Zach was in two places at once, now tell me how that can happen?
Rebecca: Okay, so this thing, it can make itself look like anybody?
Shapeshifter Dean: That's right.
Rebecca: Well, what is it? Like a genetic freak?
Shapeshifter Dean: Maybe...evolution is about mutation, right? So maybe this thing was born Human but was different, hideous and hated... until he learned to become someone else.

Shapeshifter Dean: I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother's got a lot of good qualities - you should appreciate him more than you do.

Sam: We've gotta find a phone, call the police!
Dean: You're gonna put an APB out on me?

Dean: I really wish things could be different, you know, I wish you could just be Joe College.
Sam: Nah, that's okay. You know, truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.
Dean: Well, that's cuz you're a freak.
Sam: Yeah, thanks.
Dean: Well I'm a freak, too. I'm right there with you, all the way.

(talking about the shapeshifter)
Dean: Argh, the thought of him driving my car.
Sam: Ah come on.
Dean: It's killing me!
Sam: Let it go.

Dean: I think we're close to its lair.
Sam: Why'd you say that?
Dean: Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face.
Sam: Urgh, God!

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

Dean: You know, I gotta say, I'm sorry I'm going to miss it.
Sam: Miss what?
Dean: How many chances am I going to have to see my own funeral.

Dean: Alright, what are we doing here at 5:30 in the morning?
Sam: I realised something - the videotape shows the killer going in but not coming out.
Dean: So he came out the back door.
Sam: Right, so there should be a trail to follow, a trail the police would never pursue.
Dean: Because they think the killer never left, they caught your friend Zach inside. (sotto voce) Still don't know what we're doing here at 5:30 in the morning.

Sam: Hey Bec, can we take those beers now?
Rebecca: Yeah, sure.
Sam: And, ah, maybe some sandwiches too.
Rebecca: What do you think this is, Hooters?
Dean: (sotto voce) I wish.

Dean: Sam wears women's underwear.
Sam: I've been listening, I'm just busy.

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

Dean: Man, it's not even a good picture!
Sam: It's good enough.

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

Shape-shifter Dean: He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home, with dad. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But dad needed me! Where the hell were you?
Sam: Where is my brother?
Shape-shifter Dean: I am your brother! See... deep down, I'm just jealous. You've got friends. You've got a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everyone's gonna leave me.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Shape-Shifter Dean: You left. Hell, I did everything dad asked me to and he still left me! No explanation, no nothing, just poof! Left me with your sorry ass! But still, this life isn't without its perks. I mean, I meet the nicest people! Like little Becky. You know... Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let's see what happens!

Dean: I hate to say it but that's exactly what I'm talking about. You lie to your friends cause if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just... it'd be easier if...
Sam: ... If I was like you.
Dean: Hey man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig... it ain't without perks!
(hands Sam a gun with silver bullets in it to kill the shape-shifter)

(after Dean finds out that Sam's friend, Zach, has been put in jail for murdering his girlfriend)
Dean: Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with?!

Dean: Yeah, it sucks. But with a job like this you can't get close to people. Period.
Sam: You're kind of anti-social, you know that?
Dean: Yeah, you know. Whatever.

Dean: You kidding? You still keep in touch with your college buddies?
Sam: Why not?
Dean: Well, what exactly do you tell them? You know, about where you've been? What you've been doing?
Sam: I tell them that I'm on a road trip with my big brother. I tell them I needed some time off after Jess.
Dean: Oh, so you lie to them?
Sam: No! I just don't tell them... everything.
Dean: Yeah... that's, that's called lying. Hey man, I get it. Telling them the truth is far worse!

(preparing to search)
Dean: Alright, take your pick.
Sam: I'll take the house.
Dean: Okay. Hey, stay out of her underwear drawer.

(at a frat party)
Dean: Man, you've been holding out on me, this college thing is awesome!
Sam: This wasn't really my experience.
Dean: Let me guess - libraries, studying, straight A's.
(Sam nods)
Dean: What a geek.

Dean: I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you.
Sam: What about the shotgun?
Dean: I said that you were hunting ghosts and spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.
Sam: And he believed you?
Dean: Well you look like a dumbass pledge.

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

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

Dean: So this is how you spent four years of your life.
Sam: Welcome to higher education.

Lori: So your brother seems very... spiritual.
Sam: He’s full of surprises.

Sam: Well, Dad never treated you like that, you were perfect. He was all over my case. You don't remember?
Dean: Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes you were out of line.
Sam: Right! Right, like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bow hunting.
Dean: Bow hunting's an important skill!

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

Dean: Kinda hungry for a little barbeque. How about you? (Sam glares at him) What, we can't talk to the locals?
Sam: And the free food's got nothing to do with it?
Dean: Of course not, I'm a professional!

Dean: Hunting's our day job. And the pay is crap.
Sam: Yeah, but hustling pool, credit card scams. It's not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.
Dean: Well let's see. Honest...fun and easy. (pause) It's no contest. Besides, we're good at it, it's what we were raised to do.
Sam: Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.

Dean: (after winning at gambling) Work, work work. No time to spend my money.

Sam: Oasis Plains, Oklahoma, not far from here... gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob.
Dean: Huh? (confused)
Sam: Human Mad Cow Disease.
Dean: Mad Cow... wasn't that on Oprah?
Sam: You watch Oprah?
(Dean looks embarrassed)

Sam: The question is, why bugs and why now?
Dean: That's two questions.

Dean: Hmm...looks like there's only room for one. You want to flip a coin?
Sam: Dean, we have no idea what's down there.
Dean: All right. I'll go if you're scared. Scared?
Sam: Flip the damn coin!
Dean: Call it in the air, chicken. (flips coin)
Sam: (catches coin) I'm going...don't drop me

Dean: So you found some beetles in a hole in the ground. That's shocking, Sam.

Dean: (towel wrapped around his head) This shower is awesome.

Larry: Let me just say. We accept home owners of any race, religion, color or...sexual orientation.
Dean: We’re brothers.
Real Estate Agent: We accept home owners of all race, religion, color, or sexual orientation.
Dean: Right. Um, I'm going to go talk to Larry. Okay, Honey? (smacks Sam on the butt)

Dean: What is all this?
Missouri: Crossroads dirt, few other odds and ends. We're gonna put them in the west and east sides of the house;it'll repel the spirit.
Dean: Punching holes in the drywall. Jenny's gonna love that.
Missouri: She'll live.

Dean: All right. I've been cruisin' some websites and I think I found some candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in west Texas. Hey! Am I boring you with this hunting-evil stuff?
Sam: No, I'm listening. Keep going.
Dean: And here, a Sacromento man shot himself in the head. Three times. Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?

Missouri: Sam, oh honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father...he's missing.
Sam: How'd you know all that?
Missouri: Well, you were just thinking it, just now.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don't know.
Dean: Don't know? Your supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, you see me sawing some boney 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 pull facts out of thin air.

Missouri: Don't worry about a thing, your wife's crazy about you. (client leaves) Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener.
Dean: Why didn't you tell him?
Missouri: People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news.

Dean: Just slow down would ya. I mean first you tell me that you've got the Shining, and then you tell me that I've got to go back home, especially when...
Sam: When what?
Dean: When I swore to myself that I would never go back there.

Dean: (to his Dad's voicemail) Dad, I know I've left 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...(tears up) I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if you could get here...please. I need your help, Dad.

Dean: Listen, Jenny, it's important, Ow!
(Missouri hits him on the back of the head)
Missouri: Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset. (to Jenny) forgive this boy - he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Missouri: You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't.
Sam: What's happening to me?
Missouri: I know I should have all the answers but...I don't know.

Missouri: Don’t worry – Dean’s going to clean up this mess. Well what are you waiting for, boy. Grab the mop. (Dean glares silently) And don’t cuss at me!

Missouri: Is that an EMF?
Dean: Yeah.
Missouri: Amateur.

Missouri: Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm going to whack you with a spoon.
Dean: I didn't do anything.
Missouri: You were thinking about it.

Sarry: I wasn't dreaming. It came to my bedroom and it was on fire!

Missouri: You two have grown up handsome. (looks at Dean) And you were a goofy looking kid, too.

Sam shoves Dean, who leaves)
Off-Duty Cop: You didn't have to do that.
Sam: Yeah of course I did. That guy's a serious jerk.

Dean: (talking about his dad) You know I love the guy but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda.

Dean: The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere, where he'd work on his patients so I mean, if I was a patient, I'd drag his ass down here and do some work on him myself.

Sam: Dean, when are you gonna talk about it?
Dean: Talk about what?
Sam: About the fact that dad's not here.
Dean: Oh..uh, let's see...never.

Dean: So, what are you going to do, huh? You gonna kill me?
Sam: You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today, then we were 6 months ago.
Dean: Well, then here, let me make it easier for you. Come on, take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. Take it! (gun pointed at Dean) You hate me that much? You think you can kill your own brother? Well then, go ahead. Pull the trigger. (waits for Sam to fire gun) Do it!
(Sam tries to fire the gun)
Dean: Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol. (knocks him unconscious) Sorry, Sammy.

Dean: (after finding Ellicot's body) Aw, that's just gross.

Dean: What are ya gonna do, Sam? The gun is filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me.
(Sam shoots Dean)
Sam: No, but it'll hurt like hell.

Sam: I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room.
Dean: Well, that's why they call it hidden.

Dean: (after being shot at, heads to the basement to look for Sam) Basement, huh? Alright. Watch yourselves. And watch out for me.

Kat: Gavin. Gavin.
Dean: Hey, I gotta question for ya. You seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?
Kat: Yeah, I guess so.
Dean: Do me a favor, next time you see one, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don't go in.

Dean: Sam, put the gun down.
Sam: (when he is crazy) Is that an order?
Dean: No, it's more of a friendly request.

Kat: Hey Gavin?
Gavin: Yeah?
Kat: If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up.

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

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

Sam: Spirits can appear at certain hours of the day.
Dean: Yeah, the freaks come out at night.

Dean: Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got goin' on.
Sam: I told you, it's not ESP, I just have strange vibes sometimes.

Dean: Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.

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

Katherine: So how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?
Sam: It's kind of our job.
Katherine: Why would anyone want a job like that?
Sam: I had a crappy guidance counselor.

Dean: You shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy?
Sam: I had to sell it, didn't I?

Gavin: She kissed me.
Sam: Erm, but she didn't hurt you physically?
Gavin: Dude, she kissed me! I'm scarred for life!

Sam: It doesn't matter what Dad wants.
Dean: See, that attitude there... That's why I always got the extra cookie.

(Sam has woken up after Dean has burned Ellcott's bones)
Dean: You're not gonna try to kill me, are you?
Sam: No.
Dean: Good. 'Cause that would be awkward.

Sam: You shut your mouth!
(talking to Dean with a gun pointed at him)

Sam: So, Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?
Dean: Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man’s a master!

Dean: You’re a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. Don’t care what anybody thinks.
Sam: That’s what you really think?
Dean: Yes, it is.
Sam: Well, then this selfish bastard is going to California.

Sam: You trust shady van guy and not me?
Meg: Definitely.

Dean: Actually, I'm on my way to the local community college. I got an appointment with a professor.. you know, since I don't have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research!

Dean: Dad said it wasn't safe for any of us. But he obviously knows something that we don't. So he says to stay away, we stay away.
Sam: I don't understand the blind faith you have in that man. I mean, it's like you didn't even question him.
Dean: Yes! It's called being a good son.

Bus Station Clerk: Sorry, the Sacramento bus doesn't run again til tomorrow, 5:05 p.m.
Sam: Tomorrow! There's got to be another way!
Bus Station Clerk: Oh, there is. Buy a car.

Dean: Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.
Sam: You should be kissing my ass--you were dead meat, dude.
Dean: Yeah right. I had a plan-- I'd have gotten out.

Dean: Scotty, you got a smile that lights up a room. Anyone tell you that? (Scotty stares blankly) Ah, never mind.

Sam: The scarecrow crawled off its cross?
Dean: I’m telling you, Burkitsville, Indiana – Fun Town U.S.A.

Emily: I don’t understand. They’re going to kill us?
Dean: Sacrifice us. Which is, I don’t know, classier I guess.

Emily: So what’s the plan?
Dean: I’m working on it.
(several hours later)
Emily: You don’t have a plan, do you?
Dean: I’m working on it…

Dean: How’d you get here?
Sam: I stole a car.
Dean: That’s my boy!

Dean: Dude, you fugly.

Dean: I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!

Dean: Man, you're a lying bastard. I thought you said we were going to see a doctor.
Sam: I believe I said a specialist.

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

Dean: It must be rough, to believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that.
Layla: You wanna hear something weird? I'm okay, really. I guess if you're going to have faith you can't just have it when the miracles happen, you have to have it when they don't.
Dean: So what now?
Layla: God works in mysterious ways. Goodbye Dean.
Dean: Hey, um, you know, I'm not much of the praying type. But I'm gonna pray for you.
Layla: Well, there's a miracle right there.

Sam: You know this whole "I laugh in the face of death" thing is crap, I can see right through it.
Dean: Yeah, whatever. Have you even slept? You look worse than me.

Dean: Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, its a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story.
Sam: Don't talk like that, all right? We we still have options.
Dean: What options? You have burial or cremation?

Sam: What do you got those amped up to?
Dean: A hundred thousand volts.
Sam: Damn.
Dean: Yeah, I want this rawhead extra freakin' crispy.

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

Dean: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.

Dean: I'm gonna die, Sam... and, you can't stop it.
Sam: Watch me!

Dean: That fabric softener teddy bear...ooh...I wanna hunt that little bitch down...

Dean: You gotta take care of that car, or I swear I'll haunt your ass.
Sam: That's not funny
Dean: Come on... it's a little funny

Sam: Aren't you worried, man? Aren't you worried that I could turn into Max or something?
Dean: Nope. No way. You know why?
Sam: No, why?
Dean: Because you've got one advantage that Max didn't have.
Sam: Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean.
Dean: No, me. As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.

Sam: We're not gonna kill Max.
Dean: Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say, "Lock him up, Officer. He kills with the power of his mind."

Sam: When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door, I moved it.
Dean: You have a little bit more upper body strength than I give you credit for!

Sam: Well, I’ll tell you one thing. We’re lucky we had Dad.
Dean: I never thought I’d hear you say that.

Dean: I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Sam: Where?
Dean: Vegas. (Sam ‘harrumphs’ and walks out) What? Come on man! Craps table? We’d clean up!

Sam: Well, don't look at me like that.
Dean: I'm not looking at you like anything...but I do gotta say you look like crap.
Sam: Nice...thanks.

Sam: You can’t tell me this doesn’t freak you out.
(long pause)
Dean: This doesn’t freak me out.

Sam: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: Both our families are cursed.
Dean: Our family’s not cursed…we've just had our dark spots.
Sam: (chuckles) Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You’re...dark.

Max: All these people kept coming with, like casserole. I finally had to tell them all to go away. Because nothing says “sorry” like a tuna casserole.

Deputy Kathleen: And it just got back to me. Says here your badge was stolen. And there is a picture of you.
(shows him a picture of a large black man)
Dean: I lost some weight and I got that Michael Jackson skin disease...

Dean: Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me. That’s what this is about? You yahoos hunt people?
Pa: 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: You’re a sick puppy.

Kathleen: (about Sam) Does your cousin have a drinking problem?
Dean: Two beers and he’s doin’ karaoke.

Dean: Don't ever do that again.
Sam: Do what?
Dean: Go missing like that.
Sam: You were worried about me!
Dean: I'm just saying, you vanish like that again and I'm not looking for you.
Sam: Sure you won't.
Dean: I'm not!

Dean: (talking about Sam) When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then I've felt responsible for him, like it's my job to keep him safe.

Deputy Kathleen: So you know his brother Dean Winchester died in St. Louis and was suspected of murder?
Dean: Yeah, Dean, kinda the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though.

Sam: So you got sidelined by a 13-year old girl?
Dean: Shut up.
Sam: I'm just saying, getting a little rusty there, kiddo?
Dean: Shut up!

Deputy Kathleen: Your, uh… your cousin's looking for you.
Sam: Thank god. Where is he?
Deputy Kathleen: I, uh… I cuffed him to my car.

(trying to get out of handcuffs)
Dean: I gotta start carrying paperclips.

Pa Bender: So what, you with that pretty cop? Are you a cop?
Dean: If I tell you, will you promise not to make me into an ashtray?

Pa Bender: Tell me, any other cops gonna come lookin' for you?
Dean: Oh, eat me! No, no, no...wait, wait. You actually might.

Sam: I was looking for you.
Jenkins: Oh yeah?
Sam: Yeah.
Jenkins: Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue.

Pa Bender: We never been that sloppy.
Dean: Yeah, well... don’t sell yourself short – you’re plenty sloppy.

Pa Bender: Only reason I don’t let my boys take you right here and now is there’s something I need to know.
Dean: How about “It’s not nice to marry your sister”?

(looking at pictures of the family's victims)
Dean: I'll say it again. Demons I get, people are crazy!

Craig's Friend: Ooh, look, it's the evil root cellar, where Satan cans all his vegetables.

Harry: Yeah, so if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation, here.
Dean: Oh yeah? What do you got so far?
Ed: Harry, why don't tell 'em about EMF?
Harry: (in mock modesty) Well...
Sam: EMF?
Harry: Electromagnetic Field. Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuation that can be read with an EMF detector (pulls one out from his bag). Like this bad boy right here. Whoa, whoa 2.8--wow, it's hot in here. (Dean lets out a whistle).

Sam: I have a confession to make.
Dean: What?
Sam: I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer. (Dean laughs)
Dean: Well, I was the one who put the dead fish in their backseat.

Dean: (to Ed and Harry) Would you look at that? Action figures in their original packaging. What a shocker.

Sam: That was your great idea? To burn the house down?
Dean: People won't go in any more.

Sam: Truce?
Dean: Yeah, truce... at least for the next hundred miles.

Ed: Okay, we've got an obligation to our fans, to the truth...
Dean: Well I have an obligation to kick both of your little asses.
Sam: Dean, Dean, hey, hey, just forget it, alright. These guys...I could probably bitch slap them both.

Dean: I don't know, Sam. I mean, I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but you know, the cops might be right about this one.

Ed: Harry, look at me, right here, okay? You are a ghost hunter, okay?
Harry: I know Ed, but I've never actually seen a real ghost before, okay. Like a real ghost, like an apparition...
Ed: This stuff right here, this is our ticket to the big time - fame, money, sex...with girls, okay? Be brave, okay... WWBD. What would Buffy do, huh?
Harry: What would Buffy do. I know, Ed, but she's stronger than me.

Dean: Hey, Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this.
Sam: What the hell would I do that for?
Dean: I double dare you!

Dean: Why don't you tell us about that house - without lying through your ass this time?

Dean: Man I hate rats.
Sam: Would you rather it was a ghost?
Dean: Yes.

Dean: So, you guys ever seen a real ghost before?
Ed: Once. We were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table.
Harry: By itself.
Ed: Well, we-we-we didn't actually see it, but we heard it. And something like that, it changes you.

Harry: What are you guys doing here?
Dean: What the hell are you doing here?
Ed: Uh, we belong here, we're professionals.
Dean: Professional what?

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

Dean: What's the matter, Sammy? You afraid you gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?
Sam: All right. Just remember you started it.
Dean: Oh, bring it on, baldy.

Sam: What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?!

Ed: Sweet Lord...
Harry: of the Rings – run!!

Dean: People believe in Santa Claus - why aren't I getting hooked up every Christmas?
Sam: 'Cause you're a bad person.

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

Dean: I thought the legend said the Mordechai only goes after chicks.
Sam: It does.
Dean: Alright, well I mean that explains why it went after you, but why me?

Sam: It kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we've hunted, how many exist just because people believed in them?

Dean: Looks like old man Murdoch was a bit of a tagger during his time.
Sam: And after his time, too. The reverse cross was used by satanists for centuries, but the sigil of sulphur didn't show up in San Francisco until the '60's
Dean: Exactly why you never get laid.

Sam: Are you sure you got the coordinates right?
Dean: Yeah, I double-checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. He wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, Sammy.
Sam: Well I'm telling you, I looked. And all I could find was a big, steamy pile of nothing! If Dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what.
Dean: Well maybe he's gonna meet us there.
Sam: sarcastic chuckle. Yeah, because he's been so easy to find up to this point.
Dean: Well you're a real smartass, you know that?

Michael: I thought I was having a nightmare.
Dean: I'd give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real.

Sam: You're getting wise in your old age, Dean.
Dean: Damn right.

Dean: 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, and I almost got you killed.
Sam: You were just a kid.
Dean: Don't. Don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.

Michael: King or two queens?
Dean: (asking for a room) Two queens
Michael: Ya, I bet.
Dean: What'd you say?
Michael: Nice car.

Sam: (Michael'll) always know there are things out there in the dark, never be the same, you know? Sometimes I wish that...
Dean: What?
Sam: I wish I could have that kind of innocence.
Dean: If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too.

Dean: You’ve heard a gun shot before?
Michael: Like in the movies?
Dean: It’s going to be a lot louder then in the movies.

Sam: I don’t know why you didn’t shoot him right then and there.
Dean: Yeah, Well. First of all I’m not going to open fire in a friggin' pediatric ward.
Sam: Good call.
Dean: Second, it wouldn’t have done any good cause the bastard’s bulletproof unless he’s chowing down on something. And third, I wasn’t packing. Which is probably a really good thing cause I probably would have just burned a clip in him off of the principle alone.

Sam: Hey Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean: For what?
Sam: 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: Oh god, kill me now.

Sam: An old person, huh?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: In the hospital? Whew, better call the Coast Guard!

Sam: It got away?
Dean: Yeah, Sammy, it happens.
Sam: Not very often.
Dean: Well I don't know what to tell you, I mean, maybe Dad didn't have his Wheaties that morning.

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

Dean: Don't worry, I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing.
Sam: Yeah, what makes you so sure?
Dean: Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.
Sam: No it doesn't.
Dean: Yeah, it totally does.

(in the mausoleum)
Dean: You notice anything strange here?
Sarah: Uh, where do I start?
Dean: That's not what I mean. Look at the urns...
Sam: Yeah they're only four.
Dean: Mom and the three kids... daddy dearest isn't here.

Dean: 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: What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?
Dean: I don't...know, I'm still waiting for the movie on that one.

Sam: In other words, you want me to use her to get information.
Dean: Sometimes ya gotta take one for the team. Call her.

Sam: What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!

Sarah: Uh, isn’t this a crime scene?
Dean: Well, you’ve already lied to the cops. What’s another infraction?

Sarah: There are million things that I want to say to you, but for the life of me, I can't think of one.
Sam: Yeah, I'll miss you too.

Dean: Consignment auctions, estate sales - it's like a garage sale for WASPs if you ask me.

Sarah: You’re shameless, you know that?
Daniel Blake: For that kind of money, I can afford to be.

Sam: Thanks, Dean, but I can get my own dates.
Dean: You can, but you don’t.

Sam: You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?
Dean: Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time.

Sarah: You guys are uncomfortably comfortable with this.
Sam: Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?

Sarah: So this is what you guys do for a living?
Sam: Not exactly. We don't get paid.

Sarah: Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this, well, me and my dad sold that painting. We might have got those people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared, because I am scared as hell. But I'm not going to run and hide, either. So, we going or what?
Dean: Sam, marry that girl.

Sam: I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing!
Dean: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.

Sam: And nothing. That's it, I left.
Dean: You didn't have to con her or do any special favors or anything like that?
Sam: Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter?

Sam: Alright, so I think I got something.
Dean: Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little, what do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one.
Sam: So what are we today, Dean? Are we rock stars, Army Rangers?
Dean: We're L.A. TV scouts looking for people with special skills. I mean, hey, it's not that far off, huh?

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

Sam: Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin.
Dean: Not me.
Sam: No, no, no, no. Pickups are your thing, Dean.
Dean: It wasn't my butt she was checking out.

Dean: (mumbling to himself) I'm the one who burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything!

Sam: You were the one who said "Don’t come back," Dad. You’re the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off you couldn’t control me anymore!

Dean: So they're really not afraid of the sun.
John: Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill 'em is by beheading...and yeah they sleep during the day, but it doesn't mean they won't wake up.

Kate: Car trouble? Let me give you a lift. Take you back to my place.
Dean: Ah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia.
Kate: Ooh! (picks Dean up with one hand)
Dean: I don't normally get this friendly until the second date...
Kate: You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends.
Dean: Sorry, don't really stay with a chick that long, definitely not eternity.

Dean: Vampires. Gets funnier every time I hear it!

Girl: So you're just going to kill me?
Kate: Oh no, we're going to take you so high you're never going to come down.

John: Scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got. Well, I guess we are stronger as a family. So, we go after this damn thing...together.
Sam and Dean: Yes, sir.

John: So boys.
Sam: Yes, sir.
John: You ignored a direct order back there.
Sam: Yes, sir.
Dean: Yeah, but we saved your ass.
John: You're right.
Dean: I am?

Sam: You can't treat us like this.
John: Like what?
Sam: Like children.
John: You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe.
Dean: Dad, all due respect, but that's a bunch of crap.
John: Excuse me?

Sam: Hey, Dad, whatever happened to that college fund?
John: Spent it on ammo.

John: Get back in the car.
Sam: No.
John: I said, get back in the car.
Sam: Yeah. And I said no.

John: 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 going to ruin it.

Sam: Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door.
Dean: You mean like "protection against demons" salt or "oops, I spilled the popcorn" salt?

Dean: Sam, I wanna waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dying over!
Sam: What?
Dean: I mean it! If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing! (edit)

Meg: Well, I’ve lied... a lot. I’ve stolen. I’ve lusted. And the other day I met this man – a nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat...sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest. (her eyes turn black) Does that make me a bad person?

Pastor Jim: I like to say, Salvation was created for sinners.

John: I’m going to kill you.
Meg: Oh, John, please – mind your blood pressure.

Sam: I wonder how Dad’s doing.
Dean: I’d feel a lot better if we were there backing him up.
Sam: I’d feel a lot better if he were here backing us up.

Dean: You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone and they're never coming back.
Sam: Don't you say that, not you, not after all this, don't you say that!
Dean: Sam, look. The three of us, that's all we have. And it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man. And without you or Dad...

Sam: Maybe we could tell them there's a gas leak, that might get them out of the house for a few hours.
Dean: Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?
Sam: Yeah. (long pause) We could always tell them the truth.
Sam and Dean: (in unison) Naaah.

Meg: You're dead, John. Your boys are dead.
John: I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn't work?
Meg: I am so not in the mood for this, I've just been shot!
John: Well then, I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real.
Meg: That's funny, John. We're gonna strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.

Sam: Dean, uh, I want to thank you.
Dean: For what?
Sam: For everything. You've always had my back, you know. Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you. And, uh, I just wanted to let you know, just in case.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kidding me?
Sam: What?
Dean: Don't say just in case something happens to you, I don't want to hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight, not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, understand me?

John: Alright, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me.
Dean: Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence...Sam called you when I was dying. I mean getting you on the phone, I got a better chance of winning the lottery.
John: You're right. Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry.

Cute Girl: Hi, is there anything I can do for you?
Dean: Oh god, yes.

Pastor Jim: I know what you are. You can't be here. This is hallowed ground!
Meg: Please, maybe that works in the minor leagues, but not with me.

Meg: You shot me! I can't believe you just shot me!

Sam: I want to know why?
John: (possessed) What? why, I killed mommy and pretty little Jess?
Sam: Yeah!
John: (possessed) You know, Sam never told you this, but he was going to ask Jess to marry him. Been shopping for rings, and everything. You want to know why?!
Sam: Yes!
John: (possessed) Because they got in the way.
Sam: In the way of what?!
John: (possessed) In the way of my plans for you and all the other kids like you.

Bobby: (handing Dean one of two flasks) Here you go.
Dean: What is this, holy water?
Bobby: That one is. This is whiskey.

Dean: Boy, you and Dad are a lot more alike that I thought you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing, but you know what, I'm gonna be the one to bury you!

Meg: He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time and that's when I slit his throat.
Dean: 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!

Meg: Jeez, 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: You're no girl.

Dean: I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.
Sam: What? You never told me that!

Dean: I swear to God...
John: (possessed) What? What are you and God gonna do?

John: (possessed) Your dad, he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "Hi", by the way.

Dean: Listen, you want to just get this over with, huh, cause I really can't stand the monologuing.

Sam: I'm gonna kill you.
John: (possessed) Oh, that would be a neat trick. In fact, here, make the gun float to you there, psychic boy.

Meg: I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, man. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?
Dean: Actually, we were counting on it.

Sam: And these, uh, these protective circles, they really work?
Bobby: Hell yeah, you get a demon in one, they're trapped, powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel.

Dean: You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there.
Sam: You didn't have a choice, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me.
Sam: Then what does?
Dean: Killing that guy, killing Meg - I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it scares me sometimes.

John: (possessed) What? You are the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I have killed your family? Oh...that's right, I forgot, I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right.

John: I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it. I thought we saw eye to eye on this--killing this demon comes first, before me, before everything.
Sam: No, sir, not before everything.

John: (possessed) Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, its more concern than he's ever shown you.
Dean: Yeah, I bet you're real proud of your kids, too. Huh? Oh wait, I forgot, I wasted them!

Bobby: You think you guys invented lying to the cops. I’ll figure something out.

Meg: You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask.

Meg: You son of a bitch, you promised!
Dean: I lied!

Dean: Where's our father, Meg?
Meg: You didn't ask very nice.
Dean: Where's our father, bitch?

Sam: Hey, uh, Dean? Ummm...You saved my life back there.
Dean: So I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?
Sam: I'm trying to thank you here.
Dean: You're welcome.

Dean: What's happening? Is there a fire?
Firefighter: Sir, you have to stand back.
Dean: Well, I got a yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous.

Dean: No, you're gonna burn in Hell, unless you tell us where our dad is. (no response) Well at least you'll get a nice tan.

Dean: Come on Dad, you gotta help me. I gotta get better, I gotta get back in there. You haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you gonna do anything? Are you gonna say anything? I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I've given everything I've ever had. Are you just gonna sit there and you gonna watch me die? What the hell kind of father are you?

(Sam and Bobby regard the wrecked Impala)
Sam: Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed.
Bobby: Look, Sam... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap.
Sam: No. Dean'd kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this.
Bobby There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging.
Sam: Listen to me, Bobby, if there's only one working part that's enough. We're not just gonna give up on... (his voice tails off)
Bobby: Okay. You got it.

Tessa: Well like you said there's always a choice. I can't make you come with me, but you're not getting back in your body and that's just facts. So yes, you can stay, you'll stay here for years disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent.
Dean: What are you saying?
Tessa: Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, they can't move on, and you're about to become one. The very thing you hunt.

Sam: (with ouija board) Dean? Dean, are you here?
Dean: (as spirit) God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party.

Tessa: It's time to put the past behind you...
Dean: ...and go where?
Tessa: Sorry, Can't give away the big punchline...

John: Here. Give them my insurance.
(hands insurance card to Sam)
Sam: "Elroy McGillicuddy?"
John: And his two loving sons.

Tessa: What’s happening to me? Am I dead?
Dean: That sorta depends.

John: You know when ... when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen I'd be... I'd be racked. And you, you'd come up to me and you... you put your hand on my shoulder, you'd look me in the eye and... you'd say "it's okay, Dad". Dean... I'm sorry.
Dean: Why ?
John: You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should have been saying that to you. You know I put... I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just wanted you to know that I'm so proud of you.

John: Where's the Colt?
Sam: Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?

Sam: So what, are we supposed to do, just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?

Dean: Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. I'll be fine.
(minutes later)
Sam: Look, since the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to. That's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.

Dean: Screw you, doc, I'm waking up!

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

Sam: More murders?
Dean: Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds, and they had a little boy with them...
(Sam tries to complete Dean's sentence)
Sam: ...who fingered a clown.
(Dean gives Sam a strange look)
Sam: What?

Sam: Where did you learn all this?
Ash: MIT.
Sam: MIT?
Ash: Yeah, it's a school in Boston.

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

Sam: No, no, no. That’s not what this is about, Dean. I don’t care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man! Listen, I’m your brother, all right? I just want to make sure you’re okay.
Dean: Dude, I’m okay! I’m okay, okay? I swear, the next person that asks me if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwing punches!

(abandoning the minivan)
Sam: You really think they saw our plates?
Dean: Don’t wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this freaking thing anyway.

Second Girl: Mommy, Daddy, they shot my clown!

Dean: You don’t know? I thought that, once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings, you were going to take off, head back to Wussy State.
Sam: I’m having second thoughts.
Dean: Really.
Sam: Yeah, I think. Dad would’ve wanted me to stick to the job.
Dean: Since when did you give a damn what Dad wanted? You spent half your life doing exactly what he didn’t want, Sam.
Sam: Since he died, okay?

Ash: You ever been struck by lightning? It ain’t fun.

Dean: (to Ellen) Was there an article in Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?

Dean: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?
Amazing Papazian: What is that? Some kind of joke? (removes his glasses, showing he's blind)
Dean: Oh God, I'm sorry...
Amazing Papazian: You think I wouldn't give my eye teeth to see Mr. Cooper, or a sunset, or anything at all...?
Dean: (aside, to Sam) You wanna give me a little help here?
Sam: Not really.
Midget Clown: Hey Barry, is there a problem?
Amazing Papazian: Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean: No, no I don't...
Midget Clown: Hey buddy, what's your problem?
Dean: Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding.
Midget Clown: Little? You son of a bitch...
Dean: No, no, no, I'm just... Can somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?

Sam: You're right.
Dean: 'Bout what?
Sam: About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. That what I'm doing right now is too little...too late. I miss him, man and I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all. But neither are you. That much I know. I will let you get back to work.

Mr. Cooper: You two have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?
Dean: Nope. But we really need the work. So... and ah, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady.

Jo: Am I going to see you again?
Dean: Do you want to?
Jo: I wouldn’t hate it.

Dean: Hey man.
Ash: Yeah?
Dean Oh by the way, I dig the haircut.
Ash: All business up front, party in the back.

Ash: If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie.

Dean: You got to be kidding me, this guy's no genius, he's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.
Ash: I like you.
Dean: Thanks.

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

Dean: Oh God, please let that be a rifle.
Jo: Nah, I'm just real happy to see you.

(driving a minivan)
Dean: This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!

Sam: 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: 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.

(the brothers examine victim’s severed head)
Dean: Wait, lift her lip up again.
Sam: What? You want me to throw up, is that it?
Dean: No, no, no. I think I saw something. (opens victim’s mouth) What is that, a hole?
Sam: It’s a tooth.
Dean: Sam, that’s a fang. A retractable set of vampire fangs, you gotta be kidding me.
Sam: Well, this changes things.
Dean: You think?

Gordon: Sam, Dean, come on in.
Dean: Hey, Gordon, what’s going on?
Gordon: Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man’s blood. She’s gonna tell us where all her friends are. Wanna help?
Dean: Look, man…
Gordon: Grab a knife, I was just about to start on the fingers.

Eli: Why are we explaining ourselves to (Sam)?
Lenore: Eli...
Eli: We choke on cattle blood so they don't have to suffer. And tonight, they murdered Conrad. And they celebrated after.
Lenore: Eli, that's enough.
Sam: Yeah, Eli, that's enough!

Sam: (sighs) Look, I don't want to bring you guys down, I'm just gonna head back to the motel.
Dean: (groans slightly) You sure?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Hey, Sammy! Remind me to beat that buzz-kill out of you later, alright?

Dean: Did you check out that Barker farm?
Gordon: It’s a bust. Just a bunch of hippy freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.

Dean: What part of "vampires" don’t you understand, Sam? If it’s supernatural, we kill it. End of story. That’s our job.
Sam: No, Dean, that’s not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren’t killing people, then they’re not evil!

Sam: Ready to go, Dean?
Dean: Not yet. (to Gordon) I guess this is goodbye. Well, it’s been real. (punches Gordon right off the chair) Okay, I’m good now. We can go.

Sam: After what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could.
Dean: I know he did, but the man wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those 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: You didn’t kill Lenore.
Dean: No, but every instinct told me to. I was going to kill her. I was going to kill them all.
Sam: But you didn't. And that’s what matters.

Lenore: It’s a matter of survival. No deaths, no missing locals. No reason for people like you to come looking for us. Kind of a "hide in plain sight" strategy. Blend in. There aren’t many of our kind left. Turns out... we weren't quite as high up on the food chain as we’d imagined.

Dean: Clock me one.
Sam: What?
Dean: Come on, hit me. I won't even hit you back. Let's go.
Sam: No.
Dean: Let's go, you get a freebie. Come on, hit me!
Sam: You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck.

Dean: All right, Open it.
Sam: You open it.
Dean: Wuss.

Dean: (to Gordon) 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: World Weekly News.
Sam: Weekly World News.
Dean: World...
Sam: Weekly World News.
Dean: Wor... I'm new.
Sheriff: Get out of my office.

Sam: (talking to Dean) Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mr. Sunshine.

Dean: He was just one of those guys... took some terrible beatings... just kept coming. So you're saying to yourself, he's indestructible, he'll always be around... nothing can kill my Dad. And then just like that...he's gone. Can't talk about this to Sammy--gotta keep my game face on. The truth is I'm not handling it too well.

Ellen: And Hannibal Lecter is a good psychiatrist.

Gordon: You're more like me than you know.
Dean: I don't think so... you sadistic bastard!

Dean: A wooden bridge. That's all you got?
Sam: The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm
Dean: How do you know...?
Sam: I counted... they turned left out of the farm, then right onto a dirt road, traveled that for two minutes, slightly uphill. Then another quick right and we hit the bridge.
Dean: You're good.. you're a monster pain in the ass... but you're good.

Sam: So... we're looking for some people.
Bartender: Sure, its hard to be lonely.

Sam: Dean, get me a bucket.
Dean: Find something?
Sam: No, I think I'm going to puke.

Dean: You all right, Sammy?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Gordon: Well, lighten up a little, Sammy.
Sam: He's the only one who gets to call me that.

Dean: (talking about the Impala) Woo... listen to her purr. Have you ever heard anything so sweet?
Sam: You know, if you two want to get a room, just let me know, Dean.
Dean: (rubbing the steering wheel) Aww, don't listen to him baby, he doesn't understand us.

Sam: Okay. So what are you thinking?
Dean: I don’t know, unholy ground, maybe.
Sam: Un…
Dean: What? If something evil happened, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the farm outside Cedar Rapids?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the Angela girl’s spirit, if it’s powerful enough.
(Sam nods, rolls his eyes and walks away)
Dean: Well, don’t get too excited, you might pull something.

Dean: Why don’t we swing by the Roadhouse, instead? We haven’t heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down.
Sam: That’s a good idea. You should just drop me off, I’ll hitch a ride, I’ll meet you there tomorrow.
Dean: Right. (scoffs) I’ll be stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up. No thanks.

Dean: Come on, Sam, I’m begging you. This is stupid.
Sam: Why?
Dean: Going to visit Mom’s grave? She doesn’t even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire.
Sam: She has a headstone.
Dean: Yeah put by her uncle, a man we’ve never met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on.

Dean: If it's not her dad, then I'd bet it's that Neil guy.
Sam: Why do you think that?
Dean: You have your journal, I have mine. (reading Angela's diary) "Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he's the only one who knows what I'm going through with Matt."
Sam: It still doesn't mean...
Dean: Did I mention he's her dad's TA. So he's read all the same books.

Dean: Sam, you bring Dad's death up one more time, I swear...
Sam: 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: We better get out of here before the cops come. I hear you, okay? I'm being an ass and I'm sorry. But right now, we got a freaking zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it. Right?
Sam: Our lives are weird, man.
Dean: You're telling me. Come on.

Sam: Our lives are weird, man!

Dean: We can't just waste it with a head shot?
Sam: Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.
Dean: So you're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em?
Sam: 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!

Sam: So, what do you want to do?
Dean: Keep digging, talk to more of her friends.
Sam: You get any names?
Dean: You kidding me? I have her "bestest friend in the whole wide world." (throws Sam the diary)

Dean: I never should have come back, Sam. It wasn’t natural and now look what's come of it. I was dead and I should have stayed dead. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that all right...

Dean: (repeated line) What's dead should stay dead.

(after reburying Angela)
Sam: Rest in peace.
Dean: Yeah, for good this time, okay?

Sam: I think she broke my hand.
Dean: You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later.

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

Dean: I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid but you take the cake.

Neil: You're crazy.
Dean: Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy?

Dean: Damn, that dead chick can run.

Sam: You think Angela's going after somebody?
Dean: Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches.
Sam: Look, smartass, she might kill someone.

Sam: Silver bullets?
Dean: Enough to make her rattle like a change purse.

Dean: Neil, it’s your grief counselors. We’ve come to hug.

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

(Dean is singing REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling")
Sam: You're kidding, right?
Dean: I heard the song somewhere. I can't get it outta my head. I don't know, man.

Dean: You know, one day I'd love to just sit down, and eat something that I didn't have to microwave in a Mini-Mart.

Sam: The demon said he had plans for me, and children like me.
Dean: Ya...?
Sam: Maybe this is the plan. Maybe we’re all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we’re all supposed to be...
Dean: What, killers? (off Sam’s look) Gimme a break. You’re not a murderer, Sam.
Sam: No? Last time I checked, I kill all kinds of things.

Andy: Why are you following me?
Sam: Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed...
Andy: Tell the truth!
Sam: That's what I...
Dean: (deadpan) We hunt demons.
Andy: What?
Dean: Demons, spirits, things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, this is my brother...
Sam: Dean, shut up!
Dean: (through gritted teeth) 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 that he's gonna become one himself, cause you're all part of something that's terrible, and I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right.

Jo: What?
Dean: REO Speedwagon?!
Jo: Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart.
Dean: He sings it from the hair--there's a difference.

Jo: (about school) I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection!

Jo: What are you going to do? Going to chain me up in the basement?
Ellen: You know what? You've had worse ideas than that recently.

Dean: Young girl got kidnapped by an evil cult.
Sam: Yeah, and does this girl have a name?
Dean: Katie Holmes.
Sam: That's funny... and for you, so bitchy.

Dean: My dad started me in this when I was so young, I wish I could do something else.
Jo: You love the job!
Dean: Yeah, But I'm a little twisted.
Jo: You don't think I'm a little twisted too?

Jo: Take it, I won't bite.
Dean: No, but your mom might..

Jo: You ripped off a cement truck?
Dean: I'll give it back.

Sam: So, is this as glamorous as you thought it would be?
Jo: Except for all the pee-your-pants scares, yeah.

Jo: (on the phone) Thanks, Ash, and if you breathe a word of this to Mom… that’s right. I will. With pliers.

Dean: We rarely drink before 10, anyway.

Sam: Where’d you get all that money?
Jo: Working at the Roadhouse.
Dean: Hunters don’t tip that well.
Jo: Well, they’re not that good at poker, either.

Dean: (answers the phone) Yeah.
Ellen: You lied to me. She’s there.
Dean: Ellen
Ellen: No, Ash told me everything. The man’s a genius, but he folds like a cheap suit. Now you put my damn daughter on the phone.
Dean: She’s gonna have to call you back, she taking care of... feminine business.
Ellen: Yeah, right. Where is she? Where is she?!
Dean: Look, we’ll get her back.
Ellen: Get her back? Back from what?
Dean: The spirit we’re hunting, it took her.
Ellen: Oh my God.
Dean: She’ll be okay, I promise.
Ellen: You promise. That is not the first time I’ve heard that from a Winchester.

Jo: So you gonna buy me dinner?
Dean: What are you talking about?
Jo: It’s just if you’re gonna ride me this close, it’s only decent you buy me dinner.
Dean: Oh, that’s hilarious.

Ballard: How did you get those? Those are from crime scenes and booking photos.
Sam: You have your job, I have mine.

Dean: Pee break? So soon? I think you might wanna get your prostate checked.

Sam: Wow, I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird.

Ballard: Unless... I just happened to turn my back, you walked away, I could tell them the suspects escaped.
Sam: Wait, are you sure?
Dean: Yes, she’s sure, Sam!

Sam: You know, I think this is bothering me.
Ballard: Well, you are digging up a corpse.
Sam: No, not that. See, it's pretty par for the course, actually.

Ballard: Sam, you seem like a good kid. It’s not your fault Dean’s your brother. We can’t pick our family.

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

Dean: What do you think, Scully, want to check it out?
Sam: I’m not Scully, you’re Scully.
Dean: No, I’m Mulder. You’re a red-headed woman.

Krause: Do you understand how serious these charges are?
Dean: I’m handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it. Humor me.

Sheridan: Talk directly into the camera, start by stating your name for the record.
Dean: My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women.

Sheridan: We can pin the whole thing on him. No trial, nothing, just one more dead scum bag.
Dean: Hey!

Sam: Anthony Gyles' body was found right about here. (reads) "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible."
Dean: (whistles) What do you think? Vengeful spirit, underline "vengeful"?

Sam: I needed some time off. To deal. So, I'm taking a road trip with my brother.
Ballard: How's that going for you?
Sam: Great. I mean, we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental U.S. Awesome.

Sam: We're not going to hurt you, alright. We're here to help you.
Dean: We know all about the genius deal you made.

Sam: Architect Shawn Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed.
Dean: Hmm, build a high-rise and then jump off the top of it. That's classy.

Demon: See, people talk about Hell; they paint a cute picture, but the real thing? Not even close. If you could see your poor daddy... if you could hear him, the sounds he makes cuz he can’t even scream... you’d never have pulled a stunt like this. I could have brought him back for you.

Dean: What do they got on you?
Sam: I'm sure they haven't posted it yet.
Dean: What no accessory? Nothing?
Sam: Shut up.
Dean: (laughs) You're jealous.
Sam: No, I'm not!

Dean: C’mon, we’re not demons!
Sam: Any more bright ideas?

Dean: I swear... if this is another freekin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbor's yard...

Sam: Hey, Dean?
Dean: Yeah?
Sam: When you were trapping that demon, you weren’t... I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right? (Dean doesn’t answer)

Dean: How could (Dad) do it?
Sam: He did it for you.
Dean: Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him, wherever he is. He spent his whole life chasing that yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy. You know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this

Dean: What the hell was that for?
Dean's Demon: Sealing the deal.
Dean: You know, I usually like to be warned before I’m violated with demon tongue.

Dean: Well, we know a little about a lot of things, just enough to make us dangerous.

Dean: That doctor lady? Wherever she’s running, she ain’t running fast enough

Dean: I don’t know what this thing is.
Sam: You mean Carly’s Myspace address?
Dean: Yeah, Myspace. What the hell is that? Seriously, is that like, some sort of porn site?

Sam: So?
Dean: Secretary’s name is Carly. She’s 23, she kayaks, and they’re real.
Sam: You didn’t happen to ask her if she’s seen any black dogs lately, did you?

Sam: But anyways, whatever they are, they’re big, nasty…
Dean: Yeah, bet they could hump the crap out of your leg. Look at that one, huh?
(Sam sighs)
Dean: What? They could.

Sam: In fact the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town.

Sam: So much for a low profile. You’ve got a warrant in St. Louis and now you’re officially in the Feds’ database.
Dean: (laughs) Dude, I’m like Dillinger or something.

Dean: What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man you?

Dean: All your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon, somehow.

Dean: Wish we had a deck of cards, a foozball table, or something.
Sam: Dean, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here.
Dean: No way.
Sam: Dean, gimme my gun and leave!
Dean: For the last time, Sammy. No.

Dean: I’m gonna go down there, see if I can find some help. My partner’ll stick around, keep you guys safe.
Dr. Lee: Safe from what?
Dean: We’ll get back to you on that.

Sam: It’s over for me. It doesn’t have to be for you.
Dean: No?
Sam: No. You can keep going!
Dean: Who says I want to?
Sam: What?
Dean: I’m tired, Sam. I’m tired of this job, this life, this weight on my shoulders, man. I’m tired of it.

Dr. Lee: I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals.
Dean: Oh, actually we're not really marshals.
Dr. Lee: (confused) Um, oh.

Dean: Sam, we've still got some time.
Sarge: Time for what? Look, I understand he's your brother and I'm sorry. I am. But I got to take care of this. (prepares to shoot Sam)
Dean: I'm gonna say this one time, you make a move on him and you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?

Sam: I hesitated, Dean. It was a kid.
Dean: No, it was an It.

Dean: What does that mean? I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man. I wouldn't!
Sam: I never said you would.
Dean: Fine.
Sam: Fine. Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair is part of it. So let's find him, and find out what's what.
Dean: Fine.
Sam: Fine!

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

Man at Barricade: Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?
Dean: Well, you are a handsome devil but I don't swing that way. Sorry!

Dean: I just think we ought to go to the Grand Canyon.
Sam: What?
Dean: Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth cross country, you know, I've never been the Grand Canyon. We could go to TJ, or Hollywood...see if one of us can bang Lindsay Lohan.

Sam: This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.
Dean: I don’t know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa? Brrr...

Sarge: My neighbor, Mr. Rogers…
Dean: You’ve got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?
Sarge: Not anymore.

Sam: Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention to history class?
Dean: Yeah. The shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws...
Sam: That's not school; that's Schoolhouse Rock!
Dean: Whatever

Dean: (chuckles) This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.

Gordon: I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game.

Ellen: (to Sam, about to leave) Sam, I gotta call Dean. Gotta let him know where you are.
Sam: Ellen, I gotta find answers. I want to know who I am. Dean means well, but I have to do this myself. Please.

Dean: Well, you're a son of a bitch.
Gordon: (slaps him) That's my momma you're talking about.

Sam: These are .223 Caliber, subsonic rounds, the guy must've put a suppressor on the rifle.
Ava: Dude, who are you?
Sam: I ah...I just I...I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker.

Ava: Okay, look I know how all this sounds. But I am not insane, and I am not on drugs! This is way, way off the map for me.

Ava: (to Sam) Okay, you know what? Screw you buddy, okay, cos I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything, okay? D'you see this? I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home, addressing invitations, which I am way behind on by the way, but instead I drove out here to save your weirdo ass, but if you just wanna stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on planet Earth.

Sam: Are you okay?
Ava: Am I okay?
Sam: Yeah.
Ava: I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files. I'm awesome!

Dean: (Dad) said that he wanted me to watch out for you, take care of you.
Sam: He told you that a million times.
Dean: This time was different. He said that I had to save you.

Ellen: After (Jo) worked that job with you boys she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said not under my roof. And she said fine.

Ash: And one other name, Scott Kerry.
Sam: What, you got an address?
Ash: Sort of. The Arbor Hills Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486.

Ava: (to Sam) Why can’t you just leave town, please? Before you blow up!

Ava: (to shrink) I just remembered, when I was a kid I swallowed, like, 8 things of pop rocks and then drank a whole can of coke. You don’t think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?

Dean: (seeing Sam through motel window) Thank God you’re okay. (sees Ava with Sam) Oh, you’re better than okay. Sam, you sly dog!

Sam: I want you out of harm’s way, Ava.
Ava: What about you?
Sam: Harm’s way doesn’t really bother me.

Sam: All right, so where to next, man?
Dean: One word, Amsterdam.
Sam: Dean!
Dean: Come on, man. I hear the coffee shops don’t even serve coffee.

Ellen: Now, Dean, they say you can’t protect your loved ones forever. Well, I say screw that-- what else is family for?

Gordon: What,.you think this is revenge?
Dean: Well we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days. (snickers) Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.

Dean: Come on, man, I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He’s got more of a conscience than I do. The guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn.

Gordon: Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy.
(Sam slugs him)
Sam: It’s Sam.

Dean: Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least.

Sam: So if you really want to watch my back, I guess you’re going to have to stick around.
Dean: Bitch.
Sam: Jerk.

Dean: What’s the point of saving the world if you can’t get a little nookie once in a while, huh?

Dean: Dude, you ever take off like that again...
Sam: What? You'd kill me?
Dean: That is so not funny.

Sam: Gordon's taken care of. (get shot at by Gordon).
Dean: You call this taken care of?! (cops pull up and arrest Gordon)
Sam: Anonymous tip.
Dean: You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam.

Susan: What the hell happened out there?
Dean: You want the truth?
Susan: Of course.
Dean: Well at first we thought it was some kind of hoodoo curse. But that out there, was definitely a spirit.
Susan: You're insane.
Dean: That's been said.

Dean: Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.
Dean: (evasive) We talked about a lotta things last night.
Sam: You know what I mean.
Dean: You were wasted.
Sam: But you weren't. And you promised.

Dean: (as Susan's taxi pulls away) Think you could have hooked up with some MILF action there, bud. Seriously, I think she liked you.

Susan: I don't believe this.
Dean: Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean I guess it did, technically, but if a spirit can... forget it.

Sam: This woman's had a stroke.
Dean: Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on...
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: ...you gotta mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar.
Sam: So it can't be Rose. Heck, maybe it's not even hoodoo.
Dean: You know, she could be faking.
Sam: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? (Dean nods) Dude, you are not gonna poke her with a stick!

Henricksen: I know about your dad.
Dean: You don't know crap about my dad.
Henricksen: Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins, real pair of military-survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of wacko he was. White supremacist, Timothy McVeigh? Tomato, tomahto.
Dean: You got no right, talkin' about my dad like that. He was a hero.

Sherri: (about Dean) Who is that man?
Sam: He’s my brother.
Sherri: He is so brave! (Sam rolls eyes)

Dean: Are you nuts?
Ronald: That’s just it, I’m not nuts. I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles, but this is real! I mean, I was right! Except for the mandroid thing, thank you.
Dean: Yeah, don’t mention it.

(Dean opens vault where hostages are being hidden)
Sherri: Oh my god! You saved us. You saved us!
Dean: Actually, I just met some more. (ushers more hostages in)

Lt. Robarts: (about the Feds taking over the situation) Let me guess. You’re lead dog now, but you would just love my full cooperation.
Henricksen: I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do. You can go get a donut and bang your wife for all I care.

Ronald: This is not a robbery! Everybody on the floor, now!

Sam: Shapeshifter. Just like back at St. Louis. Same retinal reaction to video.
Dean: Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those freaking things.
Sam: You think I don't?
Dean: Well yeah, but one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder.

Ronald: Chinese been working on 'em for years, and the Russians before that. Part man, part machine, like the Terminator, but the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people.
Dean: (enthusiastic) Like the one from T2?
Ronald: Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a... a... a Mandroid.
Sam: A Mandroid?!

Ronald: The thing I let into the bank... wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Ah, every detail was perfect but too perfect, you know, like if a dollmaker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan doll.
Sam: A Juan doll?

Dean: Well, thanks, Frannie, I think that's all I need.
Frannie: Really? I mean, 'cause I've got more. You know, if you wanted to interview me some time, in private...?
Dean: Yeah... Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You're a true patriot, you really are. Why don't you write your number down there for me, that'd be good.

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

Ronald: Get on the floor, now!
Dean: Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially not us.
Ronald: 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: We're not working for the Mandroid!
Ronald: You shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you!
Sam: Fair enough.

(talking to Dean on the phone)
Henricksen: It's my job to bring you in, alive's a bonus but not necessary.
Dean: Woah, kind of harsh for a federal agent, don'tcha think?
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 your Clyde.
Dean: Yeah, well, that part's true... but how'd you know we were here?
Henricksen: Go screw yourself, that's how I know.

Dean: Looks like Mr. Okey Dokey is okey dokey.

Dean: I'm not just gonna walk in here naked!

Dean: We are so screwed.

Dean: I like (the bank guard). He says "okey dokey."
Sam: What if he's the shifter?
Dean: We follow him home, put a silver bullet in his chest.

Sam: What, are you pissed at me or something?
Dean: No, I just think it's creepy how good of a Fed you are. I mean, come on, we could have at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good leg work here.
Sam: (laughs) Mandroid?
Dean: Except for the Mandroid part.

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

Dean: There's no higher power, there's no God. There's just chaos and violence, random unpredictable evil, that comes outta nowhere, rips you to shreds.

Sam: She's living in a locked ward, and she's totally at peace.
Dean: Oh yeah, you're right. Sounds completely sane.

Sam: And this angel…
Gloria: Spoke God’s word.
Sam: And the word was… to kill someone?

Sam: So, no disturbances lately?
Gloria: You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?

Sam: Dean, I saw an angel! (Dean offers him flask) I don’t want a drink.

Sam: It appeared before me and I just... this feeling washed over me. Like peace. Like grace.
Dean: Okay, ecstasy boy. Maybe we’ll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat.

Father Reynolds: What are you doing? What is this?
Sam: Father, please, I can explain. Um... actually, maybe I can’t. Um, this is, uh, a séance.
Father Reynolds: A séance? Young man, you are in a house of God!
Sam: It’s based on early Christian rites if that helps any.

Sam: I don’t know, Dean, I just, uh, I wanted to believe so badly. It’s so damned hard to do this, what we do. All alone, you know. And…there’s so much evil out 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: Yeah, well, don’t worry about that, all right? I’m watching out for you.
Sam: 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 I…
Dean: Maybe what?
Sam: Maybe I could be saved.

Sam: You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to the deepest foundation.
Dean: You think she literally meant the foundation?

(Sam enters the motel room, while Dean is sitting on the bed listening to the police radio)
Dean: Did you bring quarters?
Sam: 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: What're you talking about, I eat.

Dean: Man, you have got to try this because there really is magic in the magic fingers.
Sam: Dude. You're enjoying that way too much. It's kinda making me uncomfortable.

Father Reynolds: So, you're interested in joining parish?
Dean: Yeah, well you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday.
Father Reynolds: So where'd you say you lived before?
Sam: Uh...
Dean: (interrupting) Freedmont, Texas.
Father Reynolds: Really? That's a nice town. St. Theresa's parish. You must know the priest there.
Dean: Sure, yeah... no, it's Father... O'Malley.
Father Reynolds: I know a Father Shaughnessy.
Dean: Shaughnessy. Exactly...what did I say?

Sam: Why would you do that?
Gloria: Because it was God's will.
Sam: Did God talk to you?
Gloria: I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls.

Sam: Dude, all right, 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: We'll just put it Spongebob-side down.

Dean: If Father Gregory's spirit is around, the seance will bring him right to us. If it's him, we'll put him to rest.
Sam: What if it's an angel? It won't show, nothing will happen.
Dean: Exactly. It's one of the perks of the job, Sam, we don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure. Don't you want to know for sure?

Dean: What's next, you're going to start praying everyday?
Sam: I do pray.
Dean: What?
Sam: I do pray everyday, I have for a while.
Dean: Things you learn about a guy.

Sam: Dean, what did you see?
Dean: I don't know, maybe... God's will.

Dean: 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: You never told me that.
Dean: What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her.

Dean: (talking to Sam) Well I learned a valuable lesson here...always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God.

Dean: (sarcastically) That lore about unicorns is true too. I hear they ride on silver moonbeams, and shoot rainbows out of their ass.
Sam: Wait... there's no such thing as unicorns?
Dean: That's cute.

Sam: There was this guy. He was a research scientist. Animal testing.
Dean: Ya, you know, a dick. Which fits the pattern.

Sam: How would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?
Dean: It'd be the last thing you ever did.

Sam: You know something? I've put up with a lot from you!
Dean: What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around!

Trickster: Mr. Morality here, he brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat.

Jen: So now she haunts the building, and anyone who sees her doesn’t live to tell the tale.
Curtis: Well, if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?

Molly: Isn’t this argument a little archaic? Men can ask directions these days.
David: Oh, no we can’t. It’s against our genetic code. Look, I know exactly where we are.
Molly: We’re nowhere.
David: Highway 99, all right? It cuts right through….. (trails off as they pass a sign marking Highway 41)

Molly: I know about your wife, hurting me won’t bring her back.
Farmer: My wife is gone. All I got left’s hurting you.
Molly: Please, just let me go.
Farmer: Go? You’re not gonna leave. You’re never gonna leave.
(Molly screams)

Molly: What happens if you burn their bones?
Sam: My dad always said it's like death for spirits. But the truth is, we never know.

Sam: Now you can walk in there, and we're not gonna stop you.
Dean: Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out.. for life.

Dean: Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawnmower?
Molly: Yeah, how'd you know?
Dean: Lucky guess

Sam: It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right.
Molly: What are you talking about?
Dean: We weren't out here cruisin' for chicks when we ran into you, sister, we were already out here... hunting.
Molly: Hunting for what?
Dean: (pauses) Ghosts.
Sam: (sarcastically) Don't sugarcoat it for her.

Dean: I guess she wasn't so bad. For a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?
Sam: I hope so.
Dean: I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?
Sam: It doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point.
Dean: Well all right, Haley Joel.

Molly: Thank God!
Dean: Call me Dean.

Dean: Smells like old lady in here. (runs into a corpse of a hung old lady) That would explain why.

Molly: I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster.
Sam: Well, spirits like Greely are like wounded animals. Lost... in so much pain that they lash out.
Molly: Why? Why are they here?
Sam: There's some part of them that... that's keeping them here. Like their remains, or unfinished business.
Molly: Unfinished business?
Sam: Yeah. It could be revenge. It could be love, or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over.
Molly: You sound almost sorry for them.
Sam: Well, they weren't evil people, you know. A lot of them were good, just something happened to them. Something they couldn't control.
Dean: Sammy's always gettin' a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I'm sure as hell ain't makin' apologies for 'em.

Dean: Y'know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house.

Sam: It's an old country custom, Dean. Planting a tree as a grave-marker.
Dean: You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.
Sam: Yeah, I know.

Sam: Wait, so, so Kendall married Ethan's father just to get back at him?
Madison: Yup and now she's set to inherit all the casinos that were supposed to go to Ethan.
Sam: What a bitch.

Sam: What were you doing with Kurt?
Madison: I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like he introduced himself like, “Hi, I’m possessive and controlling and I like to punch people, wanna be my girlfriend?”

Sam: (answers his cell) Hey.
Dean: I found him.
Sam: Good, don't keep your eyes off him.
Dean: (looks at stripper) Oh, my eyes are glued. Look Sammy I gotta let 'cha go I uh (clears throat) I don't wanna miss anything. (gives the stripper a dollar and hangs up his cell)

Sam: Maybe she doesn't really know she's changing. You know maybe, maybe when the creature takes over she blacks out.
Dean: Like a really hot Incredible Hulk?

Dean: Sammy, I don't think we got a choice here any more.
Sam: What?
Dean: I hate to say it, she's a sweet girl, but part of her is...
Sam: Evil?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: Yeah, that's what they say about me, Dean. So me you won't kill but her you're just gonna blow away.

Sam: Month after month all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon.
Dean: Which is this week, right?
Sam: Hence the lawyer.
Dean: Awesome.
Sam: Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?
Dean: I'm sorry, man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand. I mean werewolves are badass, we haven’t seen one since we were kids.
Sam: (sarcastically) Okay, sparky, and you know what, after we kill it we can go to Disneyland.

Madison: You know for a stakeout, your car's a bit conspicuous.

(while Dean is leaving the room)
Sam: He means well.
Madison: You mean, he thinks you're gonna get laid.

Sam: Find anything?
Dean: (looking in the fridge) Just some leftovers and a six pack.
Sam: Check the freezer. Maybe there's some human hearts hidden behind the Häagen-Dazs or something.

Madison: He had a few scotches in him and he started hitting on anyone within a five-mile radius. You know the type.
(Sam looks at Dean)
Sam: Yeah, I do, actually.
(Dean glares)

Dean: One of us should probably stay here with you just in case he stops by.
(Madison leaves the room)
Sam: All right, you go, I'll stay.
Dean: Forget that. You go after the creepy ex, I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick.
Sam: Dude. Why do you always get to hang out with the girls?
Dean: Because I'm older.
Sam: No, screw that. We settle this the old-fashioned way.
(Sam and Dean play Rock, Paper, Scissors. Sam does rock, Dean does scissors)
Sam: Dean, always with the scissors. (pats Dean on the shoulder and makes a pouty face)
Dean: Shut up, shut up! Two outta three!
(Sam sighs and does rock again and Dean does scissors again; Sam covers Dean's hand with rock)
Dean: Gah!
Sam: Bundle up out there, all right? (pushes Dean out)

Madison: Sam, I'm a monster.
Sam: No, I'm gonna save you.
Madison: You tried. I know you tried.

Dean: So I'm just gonna... head back to the hotel...watch some pay-per-view... or somethin'. (leaves while putting his fist in the air)
Madison: That was smooth.

Dean: (to Madison) How you doin'? My head feels great. Thanks.

Madison: What's going on?
Sam: I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you.

Sam: You're unusual.
Madison: Unusual like... (makes crazy sign) unusual?
Sam: No. No no no. Unusual like... impressive.
Madison: You think so?

Sam: Can I ask you a question? I, it's, it's a little personal.
Madison: You've seen my entire underwear collection. Go ahead.

Dean: Let me guess. You're sitting on her couch like a stiff trying to think of something to say.

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

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

Sam: So what do you think?
Dean: 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: Maybe later.

Sam: How’s it going in here?
Dean: It’s going really good, man. Tara has really stepped up her performance. I think it’s probably from all the sense memory stuff she’s drawing on.
Sam: Sense memory?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: Dean, you know when I ask how it’s going here I’m talking about the case, right? We don’t really work here.

Tara: Why would a ghost be afraid of salt