Sam: Burning the painting didn't get rid of it
Dean: Yeah, thank bạn Captain Obvious
Dean: (talking about his dad) bạn know I tình yêu the guy but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda.
Bela: Do bạn really think this is going to work?
Dean: Almost definitely not.
Bela: So, how'd things go last night with Peter?
Bela: That well, huh.
Dean: If bạn say "I told bạn so," I swear to God, I'll start swinging
Dean:You know what? I’m not going to kill her. I think slow torture’s the way to go
Dean:You stink like sex
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Sam: Not in public
Sam: I think it's Snow White
Dean: Snow White? Ah, I saw that movie. Oh, the porn version anyway.
Dean: Your half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Dean: We don't? Well, we should. You're my brother.
Sam: You're my brother.
Sam: bạn know, that's what bạn đã đưa ý kiến when bạn snaked my ATM card, hoặc when bạn bailed on my graduation, hoặc when bạn hooked up with Rachel Nayv.
Sam: Uh, my prom date. On prom night.
Dean: *under his breath* Yeah, that does kinda sound like me.
Sam: This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.
Dean: I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?
Henricksen: bạn think you're funny?
Dean: I think I'm adorable.
Dean: Ya' know she could be faking.
Sam: Yeah, what do bạn wanna do, poke her with a stick?
Sam: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick?
Dean : What do bạn want me to do, Sam, huh? Sit around all ngày nghề viết văn sad poems about how I’m going to die? bạn know what, I’ve got one. Let’s see, what rhymes with "Shut up, Sam"?
Dean : bạn fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!
Dean: I hope your táo, apple pie is freakin' worth it!
Dean: We might even run into Fred and Daphnie inside. Mmmm... Daphnie. I tình yêu her.
Dean: Come on man. I know Sam, OK? Better than anyone. He's got thêm of a conscience than I do. I mean the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn.
Dean: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
Dean: We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.
Dean: Damn cops.
Sam: They were just doing their job.
Dean: No. They were doing our job, only they don't know it so they suck at it.
Dean: I like him. He says okie dokie.
Dean : As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.
Sam : Kids are the best?
Dean : Yeah, I tình yêu kids.
Sam : Name three children that bạn even know.
Dean : (scratches head)
Sam : (walks away)
Dean : I'm thinking!
Dean : Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.
Sam : Oh, c'mon.
Dean : It's killing me!
Dean : Man, you're a lying bastard! I thought bạn đã đưa ý kiến we were going to see a doctor.
Sam : I believe I đã đưa ý kiến specialist. Look Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal.
Dean : I can't believe bạn brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent!
Dean : bạn better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass.
Sam : I don't think that's funny.
Dean : Oh come on, it's a little funny.
Sam : Dean, there's ten times as much lore about thiên thần as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.
Dean : bạn know what, there's a ton of lore on Kỳ lân too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Sam : (looking heartbroken) Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?
Dean : (Looks concerned for a moment, then catches on.) Cute.
Dean : Of course, the most troubling câu hỏi is, why do these people assume we're gay.
Dean (to infected townsperson) : Heh. Well, bạn are a handsome devil, but I don't lung lay, swing that way. Sorry.
Dean : The secretary's name is Carly. She's 23, she kayaks, and they're real.
Sam : bạn didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black chó lately, did you?
(Dean hands over a list.)
Dean : Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black hoặc doglike. There's 19 calls in all. And, uh, I don't know what this is.
(He hands Sam a post-it note. Sam laughs.)
Sam : bạn mean Carly's MySpace address?
Dean : Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?
Dean: Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?
Sam: So let me get this straight. bạn want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some ngẫu nhiên chick?
Dean: She was a yoga teacher. That was the bendiest weekend of my life!
Sam: No way. That's my Division Championship bóng đá trophy. I can't believe he kept this.
Dean: Probably the closest bạn ever got to being a boy.
Dean:: So if we wanna go check out these omens in Ohio, think bạn can have that thing ready bởi this afternoon?
Bobby: Well, it won’t kill demons bởi then, but I can promise it’ll kill you.
Sam: I've got a theory. Sort of.
Dean: Hit me.
Sam: Well, thinking about fairy tales.
Dean: Oh, that’s... that's nice. bạn think about fairy tales often?
Sam: (staring at frog on the road) Yeah, you’re right, that's completely normal.
Dean: All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales. I'll tell bạn one thing, there’s no way I'm kissing a damned frog.
Sam: (gesturing to quả bí ngô, bí ngô on porch) Hey, check that out.
Dean: Yeah? It's close to Halloween.
Sam: bạn remember Cinderella? The quả bí ngô, bí ngô that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
Dean: Dude! Could bạn be thêm gay? Don't answer that.
Dean: bạn find a way to stop Callie, all right.
Sam: What about you?
Dean: I'm gonna go stop the big bad wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.
Dean: A Hand of Glory? I think I got one of those at the end of my Thai massage last week.
Bela: bạn know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Dean: (after thinking hard) Don't objectify me.
Dixon: Can bạn think of a worse hell?
Dean: Well, there's Hell.
Sam: Huh, when bạn sacrifice to Holnacar, guess what he gives bạn in return?
Dean: Lap dances, hopefully.
Dean: She gave them to bạn for free? Do bạn sell them for free?
Shopkeeper: No way. It's Christmas. People pay a buttload for them.
Dean: That's the spirit.
Sam: (getting off the phone with Bobby) Well, we're not dealing with the anti-Claus.
Dean: What'd Bobby say?
Sam: Uh, that we're morons.
Dean: bạn saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. It tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's witchcraft, short bus. (she leaves)
Dean:You're the short bus, short bus...
Dean: bạn wanna kill me. Get in the line bitch!
Dean(to Sam after he wakes up from a 'pleasant' dream)- "Who are bạn dreaming about? Angelina Jolie?"
Dean- "Brad Pitt?"
Dean being mimicked bởi Sam: bạn think your being funny but your being really really childish...Sam winchester wears make-up...Sam Winchester cries his way through sex...Sam Winchester keeps a ruler bởi his giường and every morning when he wakes up he...OK ENOUGH!!
Dean: Lets hunt down those evil sons of bitches as soon as we can!
"It's like we got a contract on us. bạn think it's 'cause we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause it's we're so awesome." -Dean
Henriksen: I shot the Sheriff.
Dean (stares at the dead cop for a minute): But bạn didn't shoot the Deputy
(Jus In Bello)
Henricksen: I mean, after all, seeing bạn two in chains...
Dean: bạn kinky son of a b!tch, we don't lung lay, swing that way.
Sam: bạn were possessed.
Henricksen: Possessed like... possessed?
Sam: That's what it feels like. Now bạn know
Dean: I owe bạn the biggest "I told bạn so" ever.
Dean: Honestly, I think the world's going to end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'.
Henricksen: I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling.
Sam: So what are bạn going to tell them?
Henricksen: The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the tiếp theo five minutes.
Dean: Good luck with that.
Sam: So, what's the plan?
Dean: Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight.
Henricksen: bạn know what my job is?
Dean: bạn mean, besides locking up the good guys?
(Jus in Bello)
Dean: I hate witches! Spewing their bodly fluids every where, it is insanity! No down right unsanitary!
Meg: He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. Thats when I slit his throat!
Dean: For your sake, I hope your 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 bạn evil sons of bitches, so help me God!
Dean: Where's our Dad, Meg?
Meg: bạn didn't ask very nicely
Dean: Where's our Dad BITCH!
Meg: Do bạn Kiss bạn mother with that mouth? Oh i forgot...... bạn dont!