Quotes

Sam: By the way, you really look like crap, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, right back at ya.

Sam: All that I had to hold on to, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was gonna torture you... nice and slow, like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean, you're worthless. You couldn't save your dad, and deep down, you know that you can't save your brother. They'd been better off without you.

Dean: This guy? You were drinking malt liquor?
Clerk: Not after he whipped the bottle at my friggin' head!
Dean: This guy?
Clerk: What, am I speaking Urdu?

Dean: You saw him smoking?
Clerk: Yeah, guy's a chimney.

Sam: I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you.
Dean: You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it.
Sam: I can't. Not forever.

Manager: It's past checkout and I've got a couple here who needs a room.
Dean: (looks at hooker and customer in hall) Yeah, I bet they do.

Bobby: Where's Dean?
Sam: Holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve-pack.
Bobby: Yeah? Is she pretty?
Sam: You ask me, he's in way over his head.

Sam: No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.
Dean: It was the right move, Sam, it wasn't you.
Sam: Yeah, this time. What about next time?
Dean: Sam, when Dad told me I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you.

Jo: That looks like it hurts.
Sam: Nah, just had a run in with a hot stove.

Bobby: Don't try and con a con man.

Bobby: Here, take these.
Sam: What are they?
Bobby: Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya.
Dean: That sounds vaguely dirty, but er, thanks.

Sam: You know when people wanna describe the worst possible thing? They say it's like hell. Well, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, ah...Well, it's like hell. Even for demons. It's a prison made of bone, and flesh and blood and fear. And you sent me back there.
Dean: Meg.
Sam: No. Not any more. Now I'm Sam. By the way, saw your dad there, he says "Howdy."

Dean: Oh please tell me you didn't steal this.

Dean: Feel like talking now?
Sam: Sam's still my meat-puppet, I'll make him bite off his tongue.

Dean: Alright, receipt's for 10 gallons at pump number 2. Getting any goosebumps yet? "God this looks familiar" déjà vu vibes?

Sam: My daddy shot your daddy in the head.

Dean: I'll call you later.
Jo: ...No, you won't.

Dean: Hi, so sorry to bother you but, my son snuck out of the house last night and went to a Justin Timberlake concert...What?...uhhh yeah...Justin's quite the triple threat.

Dean: What's going on with you, Sam? Hmmm? Smokin', throwin' bottles at people...sounds more like me than you.

Dean: Okay, now this is disturbing. C'mon, man, this couldn't have been you, it had to be someone else, someone who uhh...smokes menthols.

Sam: Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach.
Dean: How bout I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?
Sam: Oh, careful now...wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging.

Dean: You never told me this.
Sam: I didn’t want to scare you.
Dean: Well, bang up job on that.

Sam: What?
Dean: Nothing.
Sam: Dean, what?
Dean: Dude, you like full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week. That's pretty naughty.

Dean: The room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual.
Sam: You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood.
Dean: Mmm-yeah, that's what I mean.

Dean: You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. I think the scariest part about this whole thing is that you're a Bon Jovi fan.

Dean: You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe.
Sam: I know.
Dean: I can't. I'd rather die.
Sam: No. No, Dean, you'll live. You'll live to regret this.