Hey all! Name's Lisa. Live down under. Two loves - Twilight & Supernatural. Don't know what i'd do without them.

Favourite quotes from season 4!

Dean: His loss.

Pamela: Could be your gain.

Dean: Dude I am so in!

Sam: Yeah. She's gonna eat you alive.

Dean: Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it!

Pamela: You're invited too grumpy.

Dean: You are not invited. -points-

Dean: Sam, wherever you are? Mom's a babe...I am so going to hell, again.

Dean: I'm a maverick. A rebel with a badge. And one thing I don't play by? The rules...

Sam: Basically they were all dicks.

Dean: So you're saying i'm a dick?

Sam: No, no, no it's not just that. All three victims used fear as a weapon, and now this disease is just returning the favour.

Dean: I don't scare people.

Sam: Dean, all we do is scare people.

Dean: Okay well, then you're a dick too.

Sam: Apparently i'm not. -insert smug look-

Dean: I mean Sam, what are we doing?!

Sam: We're hunting a ghost.

Dean: A ghost, exactly. Who does that?!

Sam: Us.

Dean: Us. Right. And that Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck.

Dean: I mean, come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell?! I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run. But not us. No, no, we search out things that want to kill us. Yeah? Huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We… are insane. You know, then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms and the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously? Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and, and I sing along and I'm annoying, I know that. And you… you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic!

Sam: Dude, you're going twenty.

Dean: And?

Sam: That's the speed limit.

Dean: What? Safety's a drime now?

Sam: Dude where are you going? That was our hotel!

Dean: Sam, I'm not gonna make a lefthand turn into oncoming traffic, I'm not suicidal.

Sam: Your bear is sick. Yeah, he's got...

Dean: Lollipop disease.

Sam: -nods- Lollipop disease.

Teddy: Look at this. You believe this crap?

Dean: Not really.

Teddy: It is a terrible world. Why am I here?

Audrey: For tea parties!

Teddy: Tea parties? Is that all there is?! -cries-

Sam: You wanted to save naken women.

Dean: Damn right I wanted to save some naked women.

Sam: Are we...should we...are we going to kill this teddy bear?

Dean: How? Do we shoot it, burn it?

Sam: I don't know. Both?

Ruby: It's nice in this body Sam. It's soft...warm.

Dean: Sam?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: Too much information. -dies-

Sam: Hey, I said I was gonna come clean.

Dean: Yeah, but now I feel dirty.

Sam: Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again.

Pamela: Sam? Is that you?

Sam: I'm right here.

Pamela: Oh, know how I can tell? -grabs- That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing!

Dean: That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?

Anna: You don't mean that.

Dean: I don't? A bunch of miserable bastards… I mean, eating, crapping, confused, afraid.

Anna: I don't know. There's loyalty, forgiveness… love.

Dean: Pain.

Anna: Chocolate cake.

Dean: Guilt.

Anna: Sex.

Dean: Yeah, you got me there.

Anna: Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight...or we throw him back into damnation.

Dean: Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is going to sell like hotcakes.

Sam: It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them.

Dean: Know-it-all.

Sam: What?

Dean: You said…

Sam: What?

Dean: Never mind.

Dean: What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?! -dies-

Dean: Listen man, I've got a gun. You don’t get your ass back in that circle, you’re gonna have yourself a third hole!

Sam: Dude...you don't have a gun.

Dean And?

Kate: Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets like the last one. -SARCASMMMM-

Dean: Why would he say that? -insert look of realisation- ...oh gross..

Ted: You smell that?!

Dean: -grooan- Every day...

Chief: You are really gonna get it tonight, big boy.

Dean: There's been a misunderstanding. I, uh, think I've been had...

Chief: Oh, you ain't been had, till you been had by the Chief. Oh, and before we get started, what's your safe word?

-sees "trick"-

Dean: What a douchebag.

Sam: That's Jeb Dexter.

Dean: I don't even want to know how you know that.

Sam: He's famous, kind of.

Dean: For what, douchebaggery?

Dean: Today you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning... A game with one simple rule: Dodge. -throws ball- THWAACK!

Dean: The whistle makes me their god. -grins-

Sam: Riight. Nice shorts.

Dean: Here ghosty ghosty ghosty come out, come out wherever you are.

Teen!Dean: She wants me to met her parents. -shivers- I don't do parents.

Dean: FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal. Guess which ones.

Sam: I knew his son.

Dean: Did you know everybody at this school?!

Kid: Aren't you the PE teacher?

Dean: Not really. I'm like 21 Jump Steet. The bus driver sells pot? ..yeah.

Sam: What do you think? She infects them during sex?

Bobby: Maybe

Dean: Supernatural STD.

Dean: You're up early. What're you doing?

Sam: Nothing. I was in the can.

Dean: Yeah?

Sam: Yeah. Want me to draw you a picture?

Dean: No, I'll pass.

Sam: She was a stripper?

Dean: Dude, her name was Jasmine. O_O

Dean: Dude, you totally c-blocked me!

Dean: -sticks his hand in Sam's body- Am I making you uncomfortable?

Sam: Get out of me.

Dean: You're such a prude.

Tessa: You don't remember me?

Dean: Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a girl say that…

Pamela: I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are.

Sam: Well, Pamela, you are a sight for sore eyes.

Pamela: Ah, that's sweet Grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?

Castiel: You need to be more careful.

Dean: You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap. -growls-

-Uriel "teleports" away-

Dean: You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby. You know, I'm starting to think Junkless has a better sense of humor than you do.

Castiel: Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone. =

Alastair: Sorry. Something caught in my throat. I think it's my throat.

Sam: Can I ask you a question?

Dean: Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the, uh...

Sam: Oh dude, come on, I'm not either. I just wanna ask you one question.

Dean: Should we go check this out?

Sam: Like... right now?

Dean: No. No, it's getting late. You're right.

Sam: I am dying to check this out right now.

Dean: Right? -zooms off-

Sam: I just can't shake this feeling like I... like I don't belong here. You know what I mean? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle.

Dean: I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way.

Dean: We do what I do best, Sammy. Research.

Sam: Okay. Did you just call me "Sammy"?

Dean: Did I?

Sam: I think you did. Yeah. Don't.

Ed Zeddemore: You have to burn the remains. Okay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to dig up the body. Sorry.

Harry Spengler: It's illegal in some states.

Ed Zeddemore: All states.

Harry Spengler: Possibly all states.

Dean: I'm sitting in a laundry-mat, reading about myself... sitting in a laundry-mat reading about myself. My head hurts.

Dean: -reading book- This is freakin' insane. How does this guy know all this stuff?

Sam: You got me.

Dean: Everything is in here, I mean everything, from the racist truck to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here, dude.

Dean: There's Sam girls and Dean girls. And what's a slash fan?

Sam: As in... Sam slash Dean. Together.

Dean: Like... together together?

Sam: Yeah.

Dean: They do know we're brothers, right?

Sam: It doesn't seem to matter.

Dean: Ah, come on. That's... that's just sick.

Sera: Oh my God, that was one of my favorite ones because Dean was so... strong and sad and brave. And Sam... oh, I mean the best parts are when they cry, you know, like in... like in "Heart." When Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in "Home," when Dean had to call John and ask him for help. If only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings.

Dean: Real men?

Sera: Oh... I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?

Dean: Well, right now I'm crying on the inside.

Dean: -reading from book- "Sam turned his back on Dean. His face brooding and pensive." I mean, I don't know how this guy is doing it but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face but those are definitely your pensive and brooding shoulders. -Sam pauses- You just thought I was a dick.

Sam: This guy's good.

Dean: Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn.