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Meilleurs moments:

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: 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!

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.

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: 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: Yeah, a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer isn't exactly evil personified.

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

Sam: Homeland Security. That's pretty illegal, even for us.
Dean: Yeah well, it's something new. You know, people haven't seen it a thousand times.

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.

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 that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.
Sam: Yeah, I can see that.

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?!

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

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

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!

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

Meilleurs moments:

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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?

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

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

Meilleurs moments:

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!

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.

(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?!

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: All right, what are we doing here at 5:30 in the morning?
Sam: I realized 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.

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

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

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: 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!

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.

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!

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Meilleurs moments:

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.

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

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.

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

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

Dean: That's it! Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house.

Meilleurs moments:

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

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.

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)

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.

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: 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!

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

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.

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