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Meilleurs moments:

Dean: Screw you, Doc, I'm waking up!

Dean: Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. I'll be fine.
(minutes later)
Sam: Look, since the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to. That's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.

(Sam and Bobby regard the wrecked Impala)
Sam: Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed.
Bobby: Look, Sam... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap.
Sam: No. Dean'd kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this.
Bobby: There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging.
Sam: Listen to me, Bobby, if there's only one working part that's enough. We're not just gonna give up on... (his voice tails off)
Bobby: Okay. You got it.

John: Where's the Colt?
Sam: Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?

Sam: So what, are we supposed to do, just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?

Dean: Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something.

Dean: Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother!

Tessa: What's happening to me? Am I dead?
Dean: That sorta depends.

Dean: Have you heard of an out of body experience?
Tessa: What are you, some new agey guy?
Dean: You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni?

Dean: Come on Dad, you gotta help me. I gotta get better, I gotta get back in there. You haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you gonna do anything? Are you gonna say anything? I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I've given everything I've ever had. Are you just gonna sit there and you gonna watch me die? What the hell kind of father are you?

Sam: (with ouija board) Dean? Dean, are you here?
Dean: (as spirit) God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party.

Dean: I think I'll pass on the 72 virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway.
Tessa: (deadpan) That's funny. You're very cute.

Tessa: Well like you said there's always a choice. I can't make you come with me, but you're not getting back in your body and that's just facts. So yes, you can stay, you'll stay here for years disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent.
Dean: What are you saying?
Tessa: Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, they can't move on, and you're about to become one. The very thing you hunt.

Tessa: It's time to put the past behind you...
Dean: ...and go where?
Tessa: Sorry, Can't give away the big punchline...

John: You know when ... when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen I'd be... I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you... you put your hand on my shoulder, you'd look me in the eye and... you'd say "it's okay, Dad". Dean... I'm sorry.
Dean: Why ?
John: You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should have been saying that to you. You know I put... I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just wanted you to know that I'm so proud of you.

Meilleurs moments:

Sam: All right, Dean, it's just we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.
Dean: You know what, you're right. Come here, I want to lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, maybe even slow dance.

Dean: You don't know? I thought that, once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings, you were going to take off, head back to Wussy State.
Sam: I'm having second thoughts.
Dean: Really.
Sam: Yeah, I think. Dad would've wanted me to stick to the job.
Dean: Since when did you give a damn what Dad wanted? You spent half your life doing exactly what he didn't want, Sam.
Sam: Since he died, okay?

(driving a minivan)
Dean: This is humiliating. Feel like a freakin' soccer mom!

Dean: Oh God, please let that be a rifle.
Jo: (holding a gun) Nah, I'm just real happy to see you.

Dean: (to Ellen) Was there an article in Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?

Sam: Where did you learn all this?
Ash: MIT.
Sam: MIT?
Ash: Yeah, it's a school in Boston.

Ash: You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun.

Dean: You got to be kidding me, this guy's no genius, he's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.
Ash: I like you.
Dean: Thanks.

Dean: Hey man.
Ash: Yeah?
Dean: Oh by the way, I dig the haircut.
Ash: All business up front, party in the back.

Sam: More murders?
Dean: Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds, and they had a little boy with them...
(Sam tries to complete Dean's sentence)
Sam: ...who fingered a clown.
(Dean gives Sam a strange look)
Sam: What?

Dean: You still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television.
Sam: At least I'm not afraid of flying.
Dean: Planes crash!
Sam: And apparently clowns kill.

(abandoning the minivan)
Sam: You really think they saw our plates?
Dean: Don't wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this freaking thing anyway.

Sam: No, no, no. That's not what this is about, Dean. I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man! Listen, I'm your brother, all right? I just want to make sure you're okay.
Dean: Dude, I'm okay! I'm okay, okay? I swear, the next person that asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches!

Dean: Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Cooper. Have you seen him around?
Amazing Papazian: What is that? Some kind of joke? (removes his glasses, showing he's blind)
Dean: Oh God, I'm sorry...
Amazing Papazian: You think I wouldn't give my eye teeth to see Mr. Cooper, or a sunset, or anything at all...?
Dean: (aside, to Sam) You wanna give me a little help here?
Sam: Not really.
Midget Clown: Hey Barry, is there a problem?
Amazing Papazian: Yeah, this guy hates blind people.
Dean: No, no I don't...
Midget Clown: Hey buddy, what's your problem?
Dean: Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding.
Midget Clown: Little? You son of a bitch...
Dean: No, no, no, I'm just... Can somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is? Please?

Mr. Cooper: You two have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?
Dean: Nope. But we really need the work. So... and ah, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady.

Sam: Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we're gonna wanna make damn sure it's him.
Dean: You're such a stickler for details, Sammy.

Sam: You're right.
Dean: 'Bout what?
Sam: About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. That what I'm doing right now is too little...too late. I miss him, man and I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all. But neither are you. That much I know. I will let you get back to work.