Dean Winchester Quotes

Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.

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

Sam Winchester: Yeah I saw.
Dean Winchester: We gotta figure this out and fast. What did you find out about granny?
Sam Winchester: You're bossy.
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: You're bossy... and short hahaha.
Dean Winchester: Are you drunk?
Sam Winchester: Yeah, so... stupid.
Dean Winchester: Dude what are you thinking, we're working a case.

Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: I lost my shoe.

The whistle makes me their god.

Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat

Dean Winchester: These are words in a script! This isn't Cas!
Misha Collins: You guys wanna run lines or...?
Dean Winchester: His name's Misha! Misha?
Sam Winchester: Oh, wow!
Dean Winchester: Misha? Jensen? What's up with the names around here?

Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? You be quiet!

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

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

Dean Winchester: You didn't.
Sam Winchester: Oh, I did.

Sam Winchester: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: You said yourself once... that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back.
Sam Winchester: Don't you say that! Not you! Not after all this. Don't you say that.
Dean Winchester: Sam, look... the three of us... that's all we have... it's all I have... sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... without you and Dad...

Sam Winchester: You know, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!
Dean Winchester: No no no, guys, don't do this!
John Winchester: Do NOT tell me how I feel. I am doing this for Dean.
Sam Winchester: HOW? How is revenge gonna help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!
Dean Winchester: Come on guys, don't do this!
John Winchester: That's funny. You know, I thought this was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend! You BEGGED me to be a part of this hunt! Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would've happened!
Sam Winchester: It was possessing you, Dad! I would've killed you too!
John Winchester: Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now!
Dean Winchester: Shut up! Both of you!
Sam Winchester: Go to hell.
John Winchester: You know what? I should've never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake!
Dean Winchester: I said SHUT UP!
Dean Winchester: Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother.

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

It takes two to... you know... have hardcore sex.

Sam Winchester: Dean! Andy's got the Impala!
Dean Winchester: I know! He just sort of asked me for it, and I, I let him take it!
Sam Winchester: You what?
Dean Winchester: He full-on Obi-Wanned me!

Dean Winchester: Did she look familiar to you?
Sam Winchester: No. Why?
Dean Winchester: I don't know. Anyway, you hungry?
Sam Winchester: No,
Dean Winchester: Man, for some reason, I could really go for some pea soup.

Sam Winchester: Dean, did you pay attention to History class at all?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, shot hear round the world, how a bill becomes a law...
Sam Winchester: That's not school. That's School House Rock.
Dean Winchester: Whatever.

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

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

FBI Agent Victor Henricksen: You think you're funny?
Dean Winchester: I think I'm adorable.

Dean Winchester: Hey, hey... come here, come here, let me look at ya.
Dean Winchester: Oh, hey look, it's not even that bad... It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy, Sam! Hey, listen to me, we are going to patch you up okay... You'll be as good as new. Huh? I'm going to take care of you, I'm going to take care of you! I gotcha. It's my job, right, watch after my pain-in-the-ass little brother... Sam... Sam... Sam! Sammy!
Dean Winchester: No. No-no-no-no-no-no. Oh, God. Oh, God... Sam!

Dean Winchester: What's in the box!
Dean Winchester: Brad Pitt, Se7en, no?

Sam Winchester: You remember Cinderella?
Dean Winchester: ...
Sam Winchester: The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
Dean Winchester: ...Dude, could you be more gay?
Dean Winchester: Don't answer that.

Sam Winchester: Dude. Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punchline. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid.
Dean Winchester: I'm not.
Sam Winchester: You're lying. And you may as well drop it, 'cause I can see right through you.
Dean Winchester: You have no idea what you're talking about.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because you're year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked.
Dean Winchester: And how do you know that?
Sam Winchester: Because I know you!
Dean Winchester: Really?
Sam Winchester: Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life. I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother.So, yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just...
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: It's just, I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause... just 'cause.

Dean Winchester: You saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean Winchester: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. Tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's called witchcraft, short bus.
Dean Winchester: ...You're the short bus, short bus...

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

Kenny Spruce: Can I ask you a question?
Dean Winchester: Sure.
Kenny Spruce: Before, when you and Sam were talking - he said you had two months left?
Dean Winchester: It's complicated. A while ago, Sam...
Dean Winchester: You know what? I'm not gonna whine about my bullshit problems to a bullshit reality show, I'm gonna do my fuckin' job.
Kenny Spruce: Is it cancer?
Dean Winchester: Shut up.

Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Dean Winchester: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, thanks for that.

Sammy, wherever you are... Mom is a babe! I'm going to hell. Again.

Dean Winchester: Well, look at me. I mean, I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right? No bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angle fingers from all of the breaks - I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: I've been re-hymenated.
Sam Winchester: Re - Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that.
Dean Winchester: Brother! I have been re-hymenated. And the dude will not abide!

Dean Winchester: So we're talking ghosts?
Sam Winchester: Yeah.
Dean Winchester: Zombies?
Sam Winchester: Mm-hmm.
Dean Winchester: Leprechauns?
Sam Winchester: Dean.
Dean Winchester: Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.

Dean Winchester: So we're talking ghosts?
Sam Winchester: Yeah.
Dean Winchester: Zombies?
Sam Winchester: Mm-hmm.
Dean Winchester: Leprechauns?
Sam Winchester: Dean.
Dean Winchester: Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.

Dean Winchester: So we're talking ghosts?
Sam Winchester: Yeah.
Dean Winchester: Zombies?
Sam Winchester: Mm-hmm.
Dean Winchester: Leprechauns?
Sam Winchester: Dean.
Dean Winchester: Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.

Dean Winchester: Sam!
Sam Winchester: Yeah?
Dean Winchester: To much information!
Sam Winchester: Hey, I told you I was coming clean.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, but now I feel dirty.

Dean Winchester: Crap... So, what now?
Sam Winchester: We could tell them the truth.
Dean Winchester: Really?
Sam Winchester: No, not really.

The whistle makes me their god.

Sam Winchester: You seem pretty cheery.
Dean Winchester: Strippers Sammy, strippers. We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally.

Angel or not, I will stab you in your face.

Dean Winchester: How long's this gonna go on?
Bobby Singer: Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait, no one ever wrote one.

Zachariah: What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much one of them.
Dean Winchester: What do you mean, I'm the sword?
Zachariah: Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his... receptacle.
Dean Winchester: I'm a vessel?
Zachariah: You're "the" vessel. Michael's vessel.
Dean Winchester: How? Why? Why me?
Zachariah: Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean.
Dean Winchester: Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an Angel condom. That's real fun!

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

Pudding!

Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one drop out with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome.

Bobby Singer: Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?
Dean Winchester: It's all right: they're idiots; they can't pick a lock.
Bobby Singer: Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?
Dean Winchester: I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me.

Castiel: The whore can only be killed by a true servant of heaven.
Dean Winchester: Servant like...
Castiel: Not you. Or me. Sam of course is an abomination. We'll have to find someone else.

Dean Winchester: I gotta ask, how old are you?
Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg - regardless, at the end, I'll reap Him too.
Dean Winchester: God? You'll reap God?
Death: Oh, yes. God will die too, Dean.
Dean Winchester: ...This is way above my pay grade.
Death: Just a bit.

Lisa Braeden: Did you almost kill a Yorkie?
Dean Winchester: Technically.

Dean Winchester: Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here.
Sam Winchester: You're an idiot.
Dean Winchester: Stay positive.
Sam Winchester: Oh, I am positive.

Oh God, I'm Pattinson!

Sam Winchester: Working with a demon, huh? You're not who I thought you were.
Samuel Campbell: You don't know anything about me, son.
Dean Winchester: So what's so important that you're the king of Hell's cabana boy, huh? What'd he offer you? Girls, money? Hair?

Dean Winchester: Holy sh...! UFO! UFO!
Sam Winchester: Whoa, dude, stop yelling. You're breaking up. I didn't catch that last part.
Dean Winchester: Close encounter! Close encounter!
Sam Winchester: Close encounter? What kind? First, second?
Dean Winchester: They're after me!
Sam Winchester: Third kind already? You better run, man. I think the fourth kind's a butt thing.
Dean Winchester: Empathy, Sam! Empathy!

Heart Attack Victim: Why?
Dean Winchester: You think maybe it was the extra cheese?
Heart Attack Victim: Yeah. It was good, though.
Dean Winchester: That a local place?
Tessa: Dean...
Dean Winchester: Right. Umm, time to go, man. Sorry.
Heart Attack Victim: Wait. Will you tell me what it all... means?
Dean Winchester: Everything is dust in the wind.
Heart Attack Victim: That's it? A Kansas song?
Tessa: Sorry. He's new.

Sam Winchester: So, Mel Gibson really took a turn this past year. Huh?
Dean Winchester: Or he's possessed. Seriously, think about it.

Dean Winchester: Why did you unsink the ship?
Balthazar: Oh, because, I *hated* the movie.
Dean Winchester: What movie?
Balthazar: Exactly!
Sam Winchester: Wait, so you saved a cruise-liner because...?
Balthazar: Because, that god-awful Celine Dion song made me want to smite myself!

Sam Winchester: Well, you know what? Maybe it's like iron or silver, you know? Hurts them, not us.
Dean Winchester: Maybe, but a fat lot of good it does us till we find that bitch.
Bobby Singer: I'm looking, but I'm thinking maybe it's time you made a call.
Dean Winchester: Why's it always gotta to be me, huh? It's not like Cass lives in my ass. The dude's busy.
Dean Winchester: Cass, get out of my ass.
Castiel: I was never in your...

Bobby Singer: Well, that's the bad news. Our pal Cass didn't stop in last night just to mend fences.
Dean Winchester: What did he do?
Bobby Singer: Stole something.
Dean Winchester: What?
Bobby Singer: The journal of one Moishe Campbell.
Sam Winchester: "Moishe"?
Bobby Singer: Of the New York Campbells.
Sam Winchester: Uh, so we gotta get it back, right?
Bobby Singer: Or just read the copy I already made. Hi. Glad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.

Death is our bitch.

Dean Winchester: Ah!
Dean Winchester: Wha-?
Bobby Singer: You okay?
Dean Winchester: Bobby, you're alive.
Bobby Singer: Of course, I am. Why are you on the floor?
Dean Winchester: They gave me morphine. A lot.
Dean Winchester: Hey look, a monster broke my leg.

I think you pissed off my sandwich.

Dean Winchester: How long was I out?
Frank Devereaux: About 36 hours.
Dean Winchester: What? Why didn't you wake me?
Frank Devereaux: Not your butler!

Sam Winchester: Hey, ok. Look, it's ok. You're ok, you're ok.
Dean Winchester: Sorry, just had to make sure.
Jeffrey: Make sure of what, that I peed my pants today?

Dean Winchester: So who named you Emanuel?
Castiel: Bouncybabynames.com.
Dean Winchester: Well, it's working for you.

Sam Winchester: You know she and Bobby had a thing, right?
Dean Winchester: Yeah!... Yeah, I knew that.
Dean Winchester: Really?
Sam Winchester: Yeah! Kind of a foxhole thing. Very Hemingway!
Dean Winchester: Huh...
Dean Winchester: She and I kinda went Hemingway this one time, too.
Sam Winchester: Alright, well...
Sam Winchester: that happens.
Dean Winchester: Wait, you too?
Sam Winchester: Look, it was a while back. We ended up on the same case; she was stressed and I... I didn't have a soul?
Dean Winchester: That's a lot of foxholes.

Dean Winchester: Hey, there. So, Cas, what's, uh, what's the word?
Castiel: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys... are so clever, and their sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?
Dean Winchester: Not very.

Hey, the rules are simple, Sam. You don't take a joint from a guy named Don. And there's no dogs in the car!

Dean Winchester: Wow. Guy goes to Purgatory for a year, all hell breaks loose. Check this out. Jogger in Minneapolis gets his heart ripped out.
Sam Winchester: I'm guessing literally.
Dean Winchester: Only way that interests me. And then, there's another article from six months ago. Same thing happens, also in Minneapolis. What's that tell us?
Sam Winchester: Stay out of Minneapolis.

Dean Winchester: What the hell do you know about the value of life? You're a vampire.
Benny: Yep. And I think we both know which of our kinds killed more humans.
Castiel: Well, statistically speaking, that'd be your...
Dean Winchester: Yes, thank you, Cass.

Dean Winchester: What the Hell happened? Back there. Purgatory. I told you I would get you out. We were there! It's like you just gave up. It's like you didn't believe we could do it. I mean, you kept saying that you didn't think it would work. Did you not trust me?
Castiel: Dean...
Dean Winchester: I did everything I could to get you out! Everything.
Dean Winchester: I did *not* leave you.
Castiel: So you think this was your fault?

Sammy, I think we found the Batcave.

Dean Winchester: Well, he puts the "ass" in "Cass," huh?
Sam Winchester: He's definitely off.
Dean Winchester: Off? He hasn't been right since he got back from purgatory. We still don't know how he got out of there.
Sam Winchester: I don't know, Dean. If he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him?
Castiel: You know, I can hear you both. I am a celestial being.

Dean Winchester: Look, man. Other guys, they got it easy. You know? It's all backyard barbeques and bowling teams. But, you and me, we gotta carry a little extra weight.
Kevin Tran: I can't take it.
Dean Winchester: Yes, you can. Hey. Look at me. Now this whole thing sucks. I know. But, you suck it up. And you push through because that's what we do. And when you get on board with that, the ride is a lot smoother.
Dean Winchester: French fry?
Kevin Tran: I'm gonna be in my room. Let me know when there's a good day.
Dean Winchester: That's my pie.

Castiel: You really think it's wise to be drinking on the job?
Dean Winchester: What show you been watchin'?

Castiel: There really is a lot to being human, isn't there?
Dean Winchester: It ain't all just burritos and strippers, my friend.
Castiel: Yeah. I understand what you're saying.
Sam Winchester: You do?
Castiel: Yes, there's more to humanity than survival. You... look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair. Or hedonism, for the matter.
Dean Winchester: Where does hedonism come into it?
Castiel: Well, my time with April was very educational.
Sam Winchester: Yeah. I mean, I would think that getting killed is something.
Castiel: And having sex.
Dean Winchester: You had sex with April?
Sam Winchester: Yeah, that would be where the hedonism comes in.
Dean Winchester: Shh. So... Did you have protection?
Castiel: I had my angel blade.
Dean Winchester: Oh. Oh, he had the angel blade.

Dean Winchester: Wait a minute. Can I hear all animals?
Colonel the Dog: Yep. Animals have a universal language - like Esperanto. But this one actually caught on.
Pigeon: And I'm just getting started, too. Brewing a real big one. Ha. Bet your ride's gonna look sweet in white.
Sam Winchester: What's he saying?
Dean Winchester: You - He's being a douchebag!
Pigeon: Who are you calling "douchebag", douchebag?
Dean Winchester: Oh, shut it, you winged rat!
Sam Winchester: Dude.
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: Hey. Just calm down. Just get in the car.
Pigeon: Ha ha. That's right, Sally. Go cry to Mama.
Dean Winchester: [pulls out his gun] Oh, that's it, you son of a bitch!

Maritza: This isn't what you think. I'm not a killer.
Dean Winchester: Well, then, what are you?
Maritza: I'm a pishtaco.
Dean Winchester: A fish taco?

Dean Winchester: You know what video would have gone viral, if we still had it? When you were five and got dressed up as Batman and jumped off the shed 'cause you thought you could fly.
Sam Winchester: After you jumped first.
Dean Winchester: Hey, I was nine, and was dressed up as Superman. okay? Everybody knows Batman can't fly.
Sam Winchester: Well, I didn't know that. I broke my arm.
Dean Winchester: I know you did. Man, I drove you to the E.R. on my handlebars.

Dean Winchester: I don't know, Sammy. Looks like Jody might not need our help anymore.
Sam Winchester: Oh, they grow up so fast. Don't they?
Sheriff Jody Mills: Yeah, joke all you want.

Sam Winchester: Ughhhh... come on, Crowley! You really, uh, uh, have to hide the blade in a corpse? Not, not with a corpse, but in a corpse?
Dean Winchester: I gotta say, it's not the first place I'd look.

Dean Winchester: What happened with you being okay with this?
Sam Winchester: I lied.
Dean Winchester: Ain't that a bitch.

Castiel: Dean, you two have been through so much. Look, you're brothers. It'd take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away.
Dean Winchester: You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense.

Dean Winchester: What are they doing?
Marie: Ummm. Kids these days call it hugging.
Dean Winchester: Is that in the show?
Marie: Oh. No. Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life. Although we do explore the nature of Destiel in act two.
Dean Winchester: Sorry. What?
Marie: Oh, it's just subtext. But... then again, you know, you can't spell subtext without... S-E-X.

Dean Winchester: Whoa. Hey, Miley Cyrus, settle.
Claire Novak: Eat me, Hasselhoff.

What the hell is kale?

Charlie has the damn Book of the Damned?

Sheriff: You worked some pretty dark stuff in your day, haven't you, agent? Must've left some quite of mark.
Dean Winchester: Oh, you have no idea.

Dean Winchester: We know what she looks like, and we know that she's evil. The question is what does *she* know? I mean, she's been locked away since the beginning of time. Does she even know what a cheeseburger is? All I know is that we set her free, and we're gonna put her back in no matter what it takes.
Dean Winchester: You let me get in the car?
Sam Winchester: You were on a roll.

Dean Winchester: You know where you are? What's the date?
Castiel: Earth. Several billion years from the beginning.

Dean Winchester: Hey, it's none of our business, but it looks like somebody might have a crush.
Sheriff Donna Hanscum: I was born at night, Dean. Not last night.
Sam Winchester: What's the deal? He seems nice.
Sheriff Donna Hanscum: He is! But he's a cop... named Doug. I mean, clearly, I have a type. But no, thank you, ma'am. Won't be once bitten, twice Doug'd.

Sam Winchester: Turns out Harold was stealing the other residents' Viagra.
Dean Winchester: I know. A real dick move, huh?

Dean Winchester: All right, so what do we know? Um, if you kiss someone, and then they die?
Sam Winchester: I guess. Wait a second. You didn't kiss Staci.
Melissa Harper: No, of course not.
Dean Winchester: No, but Dan did.
Sam Winchester: So the curse is transmittable?
Dean Winchester: Like a magic STD. Okay, that works. Kind of makes you nostalgic for good, old-fashioned herpes.

Sam Winchester: It's just... you were my first crush.
Rio: You weren't one of those guys that had my poster above their bed were you?
Sam Winchester: What? No!
Dean Winchester: Did you tell her you used to have her poster over your bed when you were a kid?
Sam Winchester: No.

Sam Winchester: You know we always talk about taking a break, going camping? This could be like camping, it could be fun.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, which part? Freezing our nuts off in the middle of the woods on a thin lead?
Sam Winchester: Yeah, that part.

Dean Winchester: Is that my computer?
Chuck Shurley: I've never seen so much porn. Not in one sitting.

Dean Winchester: Really think this is gonna work?
Sam Winchester: Rowena said it would.
Dean Winchester: Oh. Yeah.
Dean Winchester: It's a Book of the Damned spell, boyos. You take this wee crystal. It'll suck up all the blimey ghosts. Just say the magic word.

Dean Winchester: Heil This!
Sam Winchester: Dude... You killed Hitler!
Dean Winchester: I killed Hitler. I killed Hitler. I killed Hitler. I think that entitles me to free drinks for the rest of my life. I'm gonna get t-shirts made.

Dean Winchester: Well, let me tell you how this is gonna go. You're gonna call your boys, and you're gonna turn around, and nobody's gonna get hurt.
Rick Sanchez: No, here's how this is gonna go. I take my highly trained soldiers, track your ass down, and YOU get hurt - a lot. You can't run forever. You're trapped out here.
Dean Winchester: Well, what we have here is a failure to communicate. 'Cause we're not trapped out here with you. You're trapped out here with US.

Sam Winchester: Hey. Is that it? Is it done?
Dean Winchester: Who is this hippie?
Dean Winchester: Look at his face. Oh! Kind of like the time when I ate all of your Halloween candy. You remember that? Classic.
Sam Winchester: Not funny.

Mary Winchester: Do not give me the face
Dean Winchester: What face
Mary Winchester: You know the face
Dean Winchester: There is no face
Mary Winchester: That's the face

Dean Winchester: Take care of her.
Sam Winchester: Of course. Dean, look, even if Ramsey circles back, as long as we keep moving, Gwen's gonna be just... You're talking about the car.
Dean Winchester: You tend to ride the brakes.
Sam Winchester: Dean, I know how to drive.
Dean Winchester: I'm just saying. Okay, just imagine she's a... a beautiful woman. A beautiful, beautiful woman.
Sam Winchester: Oh, come on. I'm done.
Dean Winchester: Sam...
Crowley: Ew.

I gotta hand it to Mick. Man, you get him started, that guy can drink. I mean, we can drink, but he's got, like, the "Can Drink" gold medal.

Well I say we find him and we kick his feathered ass!

Lady Toni Bevell: He said it was some of the best sex he ever had.
Dean Winchester: You want to rethink that?
Lady Toni Bevell: Fine. He said it was the best sex he ever had.

Missouri Moseley: Oh honey, I'm sorry for your losses.
Dean Winchester: Ah, leave it to a psychic to cut right through the small talk, huh?

Dean Winchester: What about Jack?
Sam Winchester: He's catching up on all my old fantasy DVDs, Red Sonja, Beastmaster, Beastmaster Two, you know, the one with the time traveling ferrets.
Dean Winchester: Yeah. Wow. How you ever got laid, I'll never know.

Jack: Are you okay?
Kaia Nieves: No! What the hell was that?
Sam Winchester: They were angels.
Jack: Bad angels
Kaia Nieves: Angels?
Sam Winchester: Yes, and we're Hunters. We kill things like them.
Kaia Nieves: Right. And he's the Son of Satan?
Jack: I am. Yes.
Kaia Nieves: You're insane.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, the whole world's insane. You get used to it.

Dean Winchester: Look at you you. You're like a Boy Scout. You're always prepared.
Sam Winchester: Yeah. You're like a... Yeah? I don't know what you're like.

Dean Winchester: There it is! Jinkies!
Sam Winchester: You're gonna stop saying that eventually, right?
Dean Winchester: I don't know. Probably not.

Castiel: Dean, you can't possibly eat another. That's your seventh piece.
Dean Winchester: No, it's not.
Jack: Castiel's right. I counted.
Dean Winchester: Okay, first, don't be a narc. And, secondly seven pieces is perfectly normal.
Sam Winchester: Uh, no it's really not.
Dean Winchester: It's not even a whole pie.
Jack: Was he always like this?
Mary Winchester: Even as a baby. John and me, we used to call him our little piglet.

Dean Winchester: You put the only weapon we have against Michael in the mail?
Arthur Ketch: Ah, not just any mail. I paid extra. Certified Priority Express.
Dean Winchester: He paid extra.

Dean Winchester: All right. Any of this scream "clown" to you?
Sam Winchester: John Wayne Gacy's cigar box. I mean...
Dean Winchester: We should burn that now.
Sam Winchester: Oh, yeah.
Dean Winchester: A serial killer clown. I mean, this is, like, the best/worst thing that's ever happened to you, you know, 'cause you love serial killers, but - but you hate clowns.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I get it, Dean.

Sam Winchester: Hey. What are you doing?
Dean Winchester: I'm not gonna give up. That's what I'm doing. Not just gonna sit in this crypt and wait for the walls to come down.
Sam Winchester: You heard Rowena.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, I heard her, okay? Ghosts are gonna bust out and they're gonna swallow this world. And you want to what, just relax? Take a knee? No. No, we were gonna end this, Sam. Like you said. We're gonna be free.
Sam Winchester: I know, Dean, I-I just...
Sam Winchester: This feels bigger than us. You know? And--And I'm out of ideas, and... And I'm freak, too.
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm not freaked. I'm angry, okay? I'm pissed.
Sam Winchester: At God.
Dean Winchester: Yes.
Sam Winchester: Me too
Dean Winchester: I mean, this whole mess, you know? This --This sloppy-ass ghostpolcalypse-- that's Chuck's ending? No. No, I don't think so. After everything he has put us through ? I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some glorified fanboy get the last word.

Leo Webb: You're hardcore, brother.
Dean Winchester: No. No, you don't get to pretend like we're still friends. I don't know you.
Leo Webb: You don't, Dean? I am you. I'm just you that woke up and saw the the world was broken.
Dean Winchester: Then you fix it. You don't walk away. You fight for it.
Leo Webb: Right. Why do you say we act like this never happened, hm? Y-You just walk out that door.
Dean Winchester: I can't do that.
Leo Webb: You really want to do this?
Dean Winchester: No, I don't. But I kill monsters.
Leo Webb: You want a shot at the title?
Dean Winchester: Don't mind if I do.

Leviathan: What do you want?
Dean Winchester: Well, it's a little embarrassing saying it out loud, but we're looking for a flower.
Leviathan: A flower? What do I look like, a florist?

Moira: So, why do you need this luck so bad? Liver failure?
Sam Winchester: Accursed by God.
Moira: Life's a bitch, then you die.
Dean Winchester: The God... literally cursed us.
Moira: You've met?
Dean Winchester: Yeah. Little guy, squirrelly as hell.
Moira: Yeah, that's him.

Sam Winchester: Well, we have Rowena's notes for the spell so...
Dean Winchester: Okay, "Samwitch".

So... Atlantic City? All-you-can-eat. And possibly one all-powerful cosmic being. Come on, man, sounds like a road trip to me.