Best of Supernatural

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: (talking about the Impala) Woo... listen to her purr. Have you ever heard anything so sweet?
Sam: You know, if you two want to get a room, just let me know, Dean.
Dean: (rubbing the steering wheel) Aww, don't listen to him baby, he doesn't understand us.

Sam: (talking to Dean) Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mr. Sunshine.

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

Dean: All right, Open it.
Sam: You open it.
Dean: Wuss.

Sam: Dean, get me a bucket.
Dean: Find something?
Sam: No, I think I'm going to puke.

(the brothers examine victim's severed head)
Dean: Wait, lift her lip up again.
Sam: What? You want me to throw up, is that it?
Dean: No, no, no. I think I saw something. (opens victim's mouth) What is that, a hole?
Sam: It's a tooth.
Dean: Sam, that's a fang. A retractable set of vampire fangs, you gotta be kidding me.
Sam: Well, this changes things.
Dean: You think?

Sam: So... we're looking for some people.
Bartender: Sure, it's hard to be lonely.

Dean: Did you check out that Barker farm?
Gordon: It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippy freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.

Dean: You all right, Sammy?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Gordon: Well, lighten up a little, Sammy.
Sam: He's the only one who gets to call me that.

Sam: (sighs) Look, I don't want to bring you guys down, I'm just gonna head back to the motel.
Dean: (groans slightly) You sure?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Hey, Sammy! Remind me to beat that buzz-kill out of you later, alright?

Dean: He was just one of those guys... took some terrible beatings... just kept coming. So you're saying to yourself, he's indestructible, he'll always be around... nothing can kill my Dad. And then just like that...he's gone. Can't talk about this to Sammy--gotta keep my game face on. The truth is I'm not handling it too well.

Ellen: And Hannibal Lecter is a good psychiatrist.

Lenore: (to Sam) Our kind (vampires) is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined.

Eli: Why are we explaining ourselves to (Sam) ?
Lenore: Eli...
Eli: We choke on cattle blood so they don't have to suffer. And tonight, they murdered Conrad. And they celebrated after.
Lenore: Eli, that's enough.
Sam: Yeah, Eli, that's enough!

Dean: What part of "vampires" don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it. End of story. That's our job.
Sam: No, Dean, that's not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, then they're not evil!

Dean: A wooden bridge. That's all you got?
Sam: The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm
Dean: How do you know....?
Sam: I counted... they turned left out of the farm, then right onto a dirt road, traveled that for two minutes, slightly uphill. Then another quick right and we hit the bridge.
Dean: You're good.. you're a monster pain in the ass... but you're good.

Gordon: You're more like me than you know.
Dean: I don't think so.... you sadistic bastard!

Sam: Ready to go, Dean?
Dean: Not yet. (to Gordon) I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real. (punches Gordon right off the chair) Okay, I'm good now. We can go.

Dean: Clock me one.
Sam: What?
Dean: Come on, hit me. I won't even hit you back. Let's go.
Sam: No.
Dean: Let's go, you get a freebie. Come on, hit me!
Sam: You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck.

Sam: After what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could.
Dean: I know he did, but the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things and, man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it.
Sam: You didn't kill Lenore.
Dean: No, but every instinct told me to. I was going to kill her. I was going to kill them all.
Sam: But you didn't. And that's what matters.

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: Why don't we swing by the Roadhouse, instead? We haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down.
Sam: That's a good idea. You should just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, I'll meet you there tomorrow.
Dean: Right. (scoffs) I'll be stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up. No thanks.

Sam: Okay. So what are you thinking?
Dean: I don't know, unholy ground, maybe.
Sam: Un...
Dean: What? If something evil happened, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the farm outside Cedar Rapids?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough.
(Sam nods, rolls his eyes and walks away)
Dean: Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something.

Dean: Sam, you bring Dad's death up one more time, I swear...
Sam: Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad, we've lost Mom, I've lost Jessica and now I'm gonna lose you too.
Dean: We better get out of here before the cops come. I hear you, okay? I'm being an ass and I'm sorry. But right now, we got a freaking zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it. Right?
Sam: Our lives are weird, man.
Dean: You're telling me. Come on.

Dean: If it's not her dad, then I'd bet it's that Neil guy.
Sam: Why do you think that?
Dean: You have your journal, I have mine. (reading Angela's diary) "Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he's the only one who knows what I'm going through with Matt."
Sam: It still doesn't mean...
Dean: Did I mention he's her dad's TA. So he's read all the same books.

Sam: So, what do you want to do?
Dean: Keep digging, talk to more of her friends.
Sam: You get any names?
Dean: You kidding me? I have her "bestest friend in the whole wide world." (throws Sam the diary)

Dean: We can't just waste it with a head shot?
Sam: Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.
Dean: So you're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em?
Sam: No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much! I mean there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead but they all have different methods for killing them. Some say setting them on fire, one said... where is it? Right here: feeding their hearts to wild dogs--that's my personal favorite!

Dean: Neil, it's your grief counselors. We've come to hug.

Dean: I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid but you take the cake.

Neil: You're crazy.
Dean: Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy?

Sam: You think Angela's going after somebody?
Dean: Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches.
Sam: Look, smartass, she might kill someone.

Dean: It takes two to... you know, have hardcore sex.

Dean: Damn, that dead chick can run.

Dean: (repeated line) What's dead should stay dead.

(after reburying Angela)
Sam: Rest in peace.
Dean: Yeah, for good this time, okay?

Sam: Did we have to use me as bait?
Dean: I figured you were more her type. She had pretty crappy taste in guys.

Sam: I think she broke my hand.
Dean: You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later.

Dean: I never should have come back, Sam. It wasn't natural and now look what's come of it. I was dead and I should have stayed dead. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that all right...

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: What's wrong?
Sam: Nothing.
Dean: Sam, you look like you're sucking on a lemon.

Sam: The demon said he had plans for me, and children like me.
Dean: Ya...?
Sam: Maybe this is the plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be...
Dean: What, killers? (off Sam's look) Gimme a break. You're not a murderer, Sam.
Sam: No? Last time I checked, I kill all kinds of things.

Sam: Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do.
Dean: That's my point! There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if going in there and announcing that you're some supernatural freak, with a demonic connection's the best thing, okay?
Sam: So I'm a freak now?
Dean: You've always been a freak.

Ash: Sam. Dean. Sam and Dean.
Sam: Hey, Ash, um, we need your help.
Ash: Well hell then, I guess I need my pants.

Jo: What?
Dean: REO Speedwagon?!
Jo: Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart.
Dean: He sings it from the hair--there's a difference.

Dean: Besides, if I ran off with you I think your mother might kill me.
Jo: You're afraid of my mother?
Dean: I think so.

(Dean is singing REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling")
Sam: You're kidding, right?
Dean: I heard the song somewhere. I can't get it outta my head. I don't know, man.

Dean: You know, one day I'd love to just sit down, and eat something that I didn't have to microwave in a Mini-Mart.

Dean: I call do-over.
Sam: What are you, 7?

Andy: This is a cherry ride.
Dean: Yeah, thanks.
Andy: Man, a '67. Impala's best year, if you ask me. This is a serious classic.
Dean: Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too. Can't let a car like this one go.
Andy: Damn straight. Hey, can I have it?
Dean: Sure, man!

Dean: He full-on Obi-Wan'd me. It's mind control, man.

Dean: (to the Impala) I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again.

Andy: Why are you following me?
Sam: Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed...
Andy: Tell the truth!
Sam: That's what I...
Dean: (deadpan) We hunt demons.
Andy: What?
Dean: Demons, spirits, things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, this is my brother...
Sam: Dean, shut up!
Dean: (through gritted teeth) I'm trying! He's psychic. Kinda like you, well not really like you, but see, he thinks you're a murderer, and he's afraid that he's gonna become one himself, cause you're all part of something that's terrible, and I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right.

Sam: Holly Beckett gave birth to twins.
Andy: I have...an evil twin.

Andy: Are you really this stupid? You, you learn you got a twin, you call them up! You go out for a drink. You don't start killing people!

Meilleurs moments:

Dean: Young girl got kidnapped by an evil cult.
Sam: Yeah, and does this girl have a name?
Dean: Katie Holmes.
Sam: That's funny... and for you, so bitchy.

Jo: What are you going to do? Going to chain me up in the basement?
Ellen: You know what? You've had worse ideas than that recently.

Jo: Take it, I won't bite.
Dean: No, but your mom might..

Sam: Where'd you get all that money?
Jo: Working at the Roadhouse.
Dean: Hunters don't tip that well.
Jo: Well, they're not that good at poker, either.

Jo: So you gonna buy me dinner?
Dean: What are you talking about?
Jo: It's just if you're gonna ride me this close, it's only decent you buy me dinner.
Dean: Oh, that's hilarious.

Jo: (about school) I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection!

Dean: My dad started me in this when I was so young, I wish I could do something else.
Jo: You love the job!
Dean: Yeah, but I'm a little twisted.
Jo: You don't think I'm a little twisted too?

Dean: (answers the phone) Yeah.
Ellen: You lied to me. She's there.
Dean: Ellen.
Ellen: No, Ash told me everything. The man's a genius, but he folds like a cheap suit. Now you put my damn daughter on the phone.
Dean: She's gonna have to call you back, she taking care of... feminine business.
Ellen: Yeah, right. Where is she? Where is she?!?
Dean: Look, we'll get her back.
Ellen: Get her back? Back from what?
Dean: The spirit we're hunting, it took her.
Ellen: Oh my God.
Dean: She'll be okay, I promise.
Ellen: You promise. That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester.

Sam: So, is this as glamorous as you thought it would be?
Jo: Except for all the pee-your-pants scares, yeah.

Jo: You ripped off a cement truck?
Dean: I'll give it back.

Meilleurs moments:

Sam: I needed some time off. To deal. So, I'm taking a road trip with my brother.
Ballard: How's that going for you?
Sam: Great. I mean, we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental U.S. Awesome.

Dean: What do you think, Scully, want to check it out?
Sam: I'm not Scully, you're Scully.
Dean: No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman.

Ballard: Sam, you seem like a good kid. It's not your fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family.

Sam: Wow, I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird.

Dean: Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Sam: Anthony Gyles' body was found right about here. (reads) "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible."
Dean: (whistles) What do you think? Vengeful spirit, underline "vengeful"?

Krause: I'm with the public defenders office. I'm your lawyer.
Dean: Oh, thank God. I'm saved.

Krause: Do you understand how serious these charges are?
Dean: I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it. Humor me.

Dean: Thanks for the law review, Matlock.

Sheridan: Talk directly into the camera, start by stating your name for the record.
Dean: My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women.

Ballard: How did you get those? Those are from crime scenes and booking photos.
Sam: You have your job, I have mine.

Sam: You know, I think this is bothering me.
Ballard: Well, you are digging up a corpse.
Sam: No, not that. See, it's pretty par for the course, actually.

Dean: Pee break? So soon? I think you might wanna get your prostate checked.

Sheridan: We can pin the whole thing on him. No trial, nothing, just one more dead scum bag.
Dean: Hey!

Ballard: Unless... I just happened to turn my back, you walked away, I could tell them the suspects escaped.
Sam: Wait, are you sure?
Dean: Yes, she's sure, Sam!