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Meilleurs moments:

Sam: Alright, so I think I got something.
Dean: Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little, what do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one.
Sam: So what are we today, Dean? Are we rock stars, Army Rangers?
Dean: We're L.A. TV scouts looking for people with special skills. I mean, hey, it's not that far off, huh?

Dean: Consignment auctions, estate sales - it's like a garage sale for WASPs if you ask me.

Dean: Grant Wood, Grandma Moses...what?
Sam: Art History course. It's good for meeting girls.
Dean: It's like I don't even know you.

Dean: All right, well, if Isaiah's position changed then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well, you know, could give us some clues.
Sam: What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?
Dean: I don't...know, I'm still waiting for the movie on that one.

Sam: Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin.
Dean: Not me.
Sam: No, no, no, no. Pickups are your thing, Dean.
Dean: It wasn't my butt she was checking out.

Sam: In other words, you want me to use her to get information.
Dean: Sometimes ya gotta take one for the team. Call her.

Sam: Thanks, Dean, but I can get my own dates.
Dean: You can, but you don't.

Sam: You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?
Dean: Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time.

Sarah: You're shameless, you know that?
Daniel Blake: For that kind of money, I can afford to be.

Sam: And nothing. That's it, I left.
Dean: You didn't have to con her or do any special favors or anything like that?
Sam: Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter?

Sarah: Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this, well, me and my dad sold that painting. We might have got those people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared, because I am scared as hell. But I'm not going to run and hide, either. So, we going or what?
Dean: Sam, marry that girl.

Sarah: So this is what you guys do for a living?
Sam: Not exactly. We don't get paid.

Sarah: You guys are uncomfortably comfortable with this.
Sam: Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?

(in the mausoleum)
Dean: You notice anything strange here?
Sarah: Uh, where do I start?
Dean: That's not what I mean. Look at the urns...
Sam: Yeah they're only four.
Dean: Mom and the three kids... daddy dearest isn't here.

Sarah: Uh, isn't this a crime scene?
Dean: Well, you've already lied to the cops. What's another infraction?

Sam: I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing!
Dean: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.

Sam: What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!

Dean: (mumbling to himself) I'm the one who burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything!

Sarah: There are a million things that I want to say to you, but for the life of me, I can't think of one.
Sam: Yeah, I'll miss you too.

Meilleurs moments:

Girl: So you're just going to kill me?
Kate: Oh no, we're going to take you so high you're never going to come down.

John: Get back in the car.
Sam: No.
John: I said, get back in the car.
Sam: Yeah. And I said no.

Sam: You were the one who said "Don't come back," Dad. You're the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!

Sam: You can't treat us like this.
John: Like what?
Sam: Like children.
John: You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe.
Dean: Dad, all due respect, but that's a bunch of crap.
John: Excuse me?

John: Dean, why don't you touch up your car, before you get rust. I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were going to ruin it.

Sam: Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door.
Dean: You mean like "protection against demons" salt or "oops, I spilled the popcorn" salt?

Dean: Vampires. Gets funnier every time I hear it!

John: So boys.
Sam: Yes, sir.
John: You ignored a direct order back there.
Sam: Yes, sir.
Dean: Yeah, but we saved your ass.
John: You're right.
Dean: I am?

Luther: Revenge isn't worth much if you end up dead.

Kate: Car trouble? Let me give you a lift. Take you back to my place.
Dean: Ah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia.
Kate: Ooh! (picks Dean up with one hand)
Dean: I don't normally get this friendly until the second date...
Kate: You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends.
Dean: Sorry, don't really stay with a chick that long, definitely not eternity.

Meilleurs moments:

Meg: Well, I've lied... a lot. I've stolen. I've lusted. And the other day I met this man – a nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat...sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest. (her eyes turn black) Does that make me a bad person?

Cute Girl: Hi, is there anything I can do for you?
Dean: Oh god, yes.

John: Alright, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me.
Dean: Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence...Sam called you when I was dying. I mean getting you on the phone, I got a better chance of winning the lottery.
John: You're right. Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry.

Meg: You shot me! I can't believe you just shot me!

John: I'm going to kill you.
Meg: Oh, John, please – mind your blood pressure.

Sam: I wonder how Dad's doing.
Dean: I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up.
Sam: I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up.

Sam: Maybe we could tell them there's a gas leak, that might get them out of the house for a few hours.
Dean: Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?
Sam: Yeah. (long pause) We could always tell them the truth.
Sam and Dean: (in unison) Naaah.

Sam: Dean, uh, I want to thank you.
Dean: For what?
Sam: For everything. You've always had my back, you know. Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you. And, uh, I just wanted to let you know, just in case.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kidding me?
Sam: What?
Dean: Don't say just in case something happens to you, I don't want to hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight, not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, understand me?

Meg: You're dead, John. Your boys are dead.
John: I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn't work?
Meg: I am so not in the mood for this, I've just been shot!
John: Well then, I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real.
Meg: That's funny, John. We're gonna strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.

Dean: You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone and they're never coming back.
Sam: Don't you say that, not you, not after all this, don't you say that!
Dean: Sam, look. The three of us, that's all we have. And it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man. And without you or Dad...

Dean: Sam, I wanna waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dying over!
Sam: What?
Dean: I mean it! If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing!

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: Boy, you and Dad are a lot more alike that I thought you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing, but you know what, I'm gonna be the one to bury you!

Meg: You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask.

Dean: Where's our father, Meg?
Meg: You didn't ask very nice.
Dean: Where's our father, bitch?

Meg: Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh I forgot, you don't.

Meg: I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, man. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?
Dean: Actually, we were counting on it.

Meg: He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time and that's when I slit his throat.
Dean: For your sake, I hope you're 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 you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!

Dean: No, you're gonna burn in Hell, unless you tell us where our dad is. (no response) Well at least you'll get a nice tan.

Meg: That's kind of a turn-on, you hitting a girl.
Dean: You're no girl.

Bobby: You think you guys invented lying to the cops. I'll figure something out.

Dean: What's happening? Is there a fire?
Firefighter: Sir, you have to stand back.
Dean: Well, I got a yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous.

Sam: Hey, uh, Dean? Ummm...You saved my life back there.
Dean: So I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?
Sam: I'm trying to thank you here.
Dean: You're welcome.

Dean: Listen, you want to just get this over with, huh, cause I really can't stand the monologuing.

Dean: You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there.
Sam: You didn't have a choice, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me.
Sam: Then what does?
Dean: Killing that guy, killing Meg - I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it scares me sometimes.

Sam: I'm gonna kill you.
John: (possessed) Oh, that would be a neat trick. In fact, here, make the gun float to you there, psychic boy.

John: (possessed) What? You are the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I have killed your family? Oh...that's right, I forgot, I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right.

Sam: I want to know why?
John: (possessed) What? why, I killed mommy and pretty little Jess?
Sam: Yeah!
John: (possessed) You know, Sam never told you this, but he was going to ask Jess to marry him. Been shopping for rings, and everything. You want to know why?!
Sam: Yes!
John: (possessed) Because they got in the way.
Sam: In the way of what?!
John: (possessed) In the way of my plans for you and all the other kids like you.

John: (possessed) Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, its more concern than he's ever shown you.
Dean: Yeah, I bet you're real proud of your kids, too. Huh? Oh wait, I forgot, I wasted them!