Supernatural (season 1)

season of television series

Supernatural (2005–2020) is a paranormal/horror/thriller/drama-themed television series on the WB Television Network (now merged with UPN into the new network The CW) that details the lives of two brothers who travel across the country in a black 1967 Chevy Impala investigating paranormal events and other unexplained occurrences.  Season one originally aired from 13 September 2005 to 4 May 2006 on the WB. This is the only season aired on the WB.

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Sam Winchester: I swore I was done hunting for good.
Dean Winchester: Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad.
Sam: Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.
Dean: Well, what was he supposed to do?
Sam: I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark."
Dean: Don't be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!

Sam: I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Dean: Why?
Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two: Black Sabbath, Motörhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: Well, house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.
Sam: You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?
Dean: Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud.

Dean: You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.
Sam: And who is that?
Dean: One of us.

Sam: Hey, Dean. What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: [holds up hand to stop Sam] No chick flick moments.
Sam: Alright... jerk.
Dean: Bitch.

Sheriff Pierce: So you want to give us your real name?
Dean: I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.
Sheriff Pierce: I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.
Dean: We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh... "squeal like a pig" trouble?
Sam: We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.
Dean: Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not just gonna sit this out. Now, we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator-friend.
Sam: Finding Dad's not enough? [slams trunk] Now we gotta babysit, too?

Haley Collins: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean: Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.

Dean: You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours?
Sam: Dean...
Dean: No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man; it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?

Dean: This is why. [holds up their dad's journal] This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off, you know, saving people, hunting things — the family business.
Sam: That makes no sense. Why, why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants; tell us where he is?
Dean: I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's given us a job to do and I intend to do it.
Sam: Dean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.
Dean: Okay, alright, Sam; we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul, it's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.
Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean: Well, for one, them. [looks over at Haley and her brother] I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell; maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable. I'll tell you what else helps: killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.

Haley: Must you cheapen the moment?
Dean: Yeah.
Andrea Barr: [looking at Dean] Must be hard with your sense of direction — never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.

Sam: "Kids are the best"? You don't even like kids.
Dean: I love kids.
Sam: Name three children that you even know.
[Dean thinks; Sam begins to walk away; Dean scratches his head]
Dean: I'm thinking!

Dean: So, crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists. Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while? I'm not so bad myself. You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something... anyway... well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or uh... or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything, you could draw me a picture about what you saw that day with your dad on the lake.
Lucas Barr: [continues drawing]
Dean: Okay, no problem. This is for you. [hands Lucas the picture he drew] This is my family. [points to the people he drew] That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me. Alright, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas.

Dean: [To Andrea about Lucas] Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with.

Dean: You're scared. It's okay, I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom — I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe your dad... wants you to be brave, too.

Dean: [puts a box of sandwiches in car] All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time.
Lucas: Zeppelin rules!
Dean: That's right. Up high. [raises hand for a high-5] You take care of your mom, okay?
Andrea: [kisses Dean] Thank you.
Dean: [embarrassed] Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road.
Sam: So what, all of this never keeps you up at night? [Dean shakes his head] Never. You're never afraid?
Dean: [shakes head again] No, not really. [Sam reaches under Dean's pillow, pulls out knife] That's not fear. That is precaution.
Sam: Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.

Sam: Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up walkman?
Dean: [proudly] 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.
Sam: [sarcastically] Yeah, I can see that.
[Dean looks hurt]

Sam: Alright, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane.
Dean: Wha...what? Now just hang on a second—
Sam: Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash.
Dean: I know.
Sam: Well, okay. Then we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon, and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets and you just go get whatever you can from the trunk, whatever will get past security, meet me back here in five minutes. [Dean looks shocked] You okay?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: What? What's wrong?
Dean: Well, I kinda have this problem with, um... [makes the movement of plane taking off with his hands]
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?
Sam: Alright, uhh... I'll go.
Dean: What?!
Sam: I'll do this one on my own.
Dean: Are you nuts? You said it yourself: the plane's gonna crash.
Sam: Look, Dean, we can do it together, I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option here.
Dean: Come on! Really? Man...

Sam: Just try to relax.
Dean: Just try to shut up.

Sam: Are you humming Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.
Sam: Look, man, I get you're nervous, alright, but you gotta stay focused.

Sam: What if she's already possessed?
Dean: There's ways to test that. I brought holy water.
Sam: No, I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God.
Dean: Uhh, nice. [stands]
Sam: Hey!
Dean: What?
Sam: Say it in Latin.
Dean: Yeah, I know. [begins to leave]
Sam: Hey!
Dean: What?!
Sam: Uhh...in Latin, it's Christo.
Dean: Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot.
Sam: Hey, night vision? [Dean switches the camera to night vision mode] Thanks, perfect. [looks at Dean through digital camera's night vision]
Dean: Do I look like Paris Hilton?

Dean: Alright, you know what? That's it. [pulls car over, turns to face Sam] This is about Jessica, isn't it? [Sam says nothing] You think that's your dirty little secret? That you killed her somehow? [Sam is silent] Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean the nightmares and, and, 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 want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. [still no response from Sam] Alright, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean, I'm the one who dragged you away from her in the first place.
Sam: I don't blame you.
Dean: Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, 'cause there was nothing you could've done.
Sam: I could have warned her.
Dean: About what? You didn't know it was gonna happen. And besides, all of this isn't a secret. I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway.
Sam: No, you don't.
Dean: I don't what?
Sam: You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything.
Dean: [looks slightly confused] What are you talking about?
Sam: Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?
Dean: [shocked] No... I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it.
Sam: Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are going to die after that? Now, we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.

Dean: [after surveying room full of broken mirrors] Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: This has gotta be like, what, 600 years bad luck?

Sam: Charlie? [Charlie turns around] Your boyfriend's death. You really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped him. Sometimes bad things just happen. [Charlie acknowledges, leaves]
Dean: [taps Sam on shoulder; he turns around] That's good advice.

Dean: Hey, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was.
Sam: Look, you're my brother. And I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.

Skin [1.06]

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Dean: ...then head south, Bisbee by midnight. [seeing no reaction from Sam] Sam wears women's underwear.

Dean: I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talking about. You lied to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just... it'll be easier if...
Sam: ...I was like you.
Dean: Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig, [takes out gun] it ain't without perks.

Shapeshifter as Dean: I am your brother. See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me. [backs away]
Sam: What are you talkin' about?
Shapeshifter as Dean: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin', just poof. Left me with your sorry ass.

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.

Dean: Sorry, man.
Sam: About what?
Dean: I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be...Joe College.
Sam: Nah, it's okay. You know, truth is even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.
Dean: Well, that's 'cause you're a freak.
Sam: Yeah, thanks.
Dean: Well, I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you all the way.
Sam: [chuckles] Yeah, I know you are.
Dean: Your, uhh, half-caff double vanilla latte's getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam: Bite me.

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.

[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 As. [Sam nods] What a geek.

Dean: [digging up Karn] That's it! Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house.

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

Bugs [1.08]

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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. [weighs the two] 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: Supposedly died from Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease.
Dean: [confused] Huh?
Sam: Human Mad Cow Disease.
Dean: Mad Cow... wasn't that on Oprah?
Sam: You watch Oprah?
[Dean looks embarrassed]

Larry Pike: Let me just say. We accept home owners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation.
Dean: We're brothers.
[later, another agent approaches the Winchesters]
Linda Bloome: Well let me just say we accept home owners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation.
Dean: Right. Um, I'm going to go talk to Larry. Okay, Honey? [smacks Sam on the butt]

Sam: [looking over at Larry scolding his son] Remind you of somebody?
[Dean looks over at them]
Sam: Dad?
Dean: Dad never treated us like that.
Sam: [Chuckles] Well, dad never treated you like that. You were perfect. He was all over my case.
[Dean shook his head like he doesn't know what Sam is talking about]
Sam: You don't remember?
Dean: Maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes you were out of line.
Sam: [Chuckles] Right. Right, like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bow hunting.
Dean: Bow hunting's an important skill.
Sam: Whatever.

Dean: Hey, so, with that kid back there- How could you tell him to just ditch his family like that?
Sam: Just, uh, I know what the kid's going through.
Dean: How about telling him to respect his old man? How's that for advice.
Sam: Dean, come on. This isn't about his old man. You think I didn't respect Dad. That's what this is about.

Sam: I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough.
Dean: So what are you saying? That dad was disappointed in you?
Sam: Was? Is ...always has been.
Dean: Why would you think that?
Sam: Because I didn't want to bow hunt... or hustle pool, because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which in our whacked-out family made me the freak.
Dean: You were kinda like the blonde chick in The Munsters.
Sam: Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house.
Dean: I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases comin' out of your mouth.
Sam: You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad... I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me.
Dean: Sam, Dad was never disappointed in you. Never. He was scared.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Dean: He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talkin' ...he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could. Keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.
Sam: What?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: Why didn't you tell me any of that?
Dean: Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone.

Sam: Joe White Tree? [the man nods] We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right.
Dean: We're students from the university.
Joe White Tree: No, you're not. You're lying.
Dean: [seems taken aback] Um, well, truth is—
Joe: You know who starts sentence with "truth is"? Liars. [Dean exchanges a look with Sam]
Sam: Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the Atoka Valley.
Joe: [to Dean] I like him. He's not a liar.

Sam: I want to find Dad.
Dean: Yeah, me too.
Sam: Yeah, but I just... I want to apologize to him.
Dean: For what?
Sam: All the things I said to him. He was just doing the best he could.
Dean: Well, don't worry, we'll find him. And you'll apologize.. and then within five minutes, you guys will be at each other's throats.

Home [1.09]

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Dean: [to his Dad's voicemail] Dad, I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you get 'em. But I'm with Sam and we're in Lawrence and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not... but... [tears up] I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing, if you could get here... please. I need your help, Dad.

Missouri Moseley: Alright then, don't you worry about a thing, your wife is crazy about you.
Client: Thank you. [client leaves]
Missouri: Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener.
Dean: Why didn't you tell him?
Missouri: People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news.

Missouri: Sam, oh honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father... he's missing.
Sam: How'd you know all that?
Missouri: Well, you were just thinking it, just now.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don't know.
Dean: Don't know? You're supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! You think I'm a magician?! I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit! Please. [everyone sits] Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon!
Dean: I didn't do anything!
Missouri: Well you were thinking about it!

Dean: Mom?
Mary Winchester: Dean. Sam. I'm sorry.
Sam: For what?
Mary: [to poltergeist] You get out of my house. And let go of my son.

Missouri: That boy... he has such powerful abilities. Why he couldn't sense his own father, I have no idea.
John Winchester: Mary's spirit—do you really think she saved the boys?
Missouri: I do. John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won't you go talk to your children?
John: I want to. You have no idea how much I wanna see 'em. But I can't. Not yet. Not until I know the truth!
Dean: Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.

Dean: Hey, Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?

Sam: Dean... When are we going to talk about it?
Dean: Talk about what?
Sam: About the fact that Dad's not here.
Dean: Oh, uh, let's see, never.
Sam: I'm being serious, man.
Dean: So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here. He obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later.
Sam: It doesn't matter what he wants.
Dean: See, that attitude right there, that is why I always got the extra cookie.
Sam: Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about!
Dean: I understand that, Sam. But he's given us an order.
Sam: So what? We've always got to follow dad's orders?
Dean: Of course we do.

Kat: Hey, Gavin?
Gavin: Yeah?
Kat: If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up.

Dean: Sam, put the gun down.
Sam: [possessed by Dr. Sanford Ellicott] Is that an order?
Dean: No, it's more of a friendly request.

[Sam has woken up after Dean has burned Ellicott's bones]
Dean: You're not gonna try to kill me, are you?
Sam: No.
Dean: Good. 'Cause that would be awkward.
Sam: Dean, if this demon killed Mom and Jess, and Dad's closing in, we've gotta be there. We've gotta help.
Dean: Dad doesn't want our help!
Sam: Well, I don't care.
Dean: He's given us an order.
Sam: [firmly] I don't care. We don't always have to do what he says.
Dean: Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives. It's important.
Sam: Alright, I understand. Believe me, I understand. But I'm talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge.
Dean: All right, look, I know how you feel.
Sam: Do you? [Dean seems shocked at Sam's tone] How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?
Dean: Dad said it wasn't safe. For any of us. I mean, he obviously knows something that we don't. So if he says to stay away, we stay away!
Sam: I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it's like you don't even question him.
Dean: Yeah, it's called being a good son! [Sam exits car, starts getting his stuff out of trunk. Dean gets out too] You're a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. Don't care what anybody thinks.
Sam: That's what you really think?
Dean: Yes, it is.
Sam: [scoffs] Well, then this selfish bastard is going to California. [Starts walking away]
Dean: Come on, you're not serious.
Sam: I am serious.
Dean: It's the middle of the night! Hey, I'm taking off, I will leave your ass, you hear me?
Sam: [Stops walking and looks at Dean] That's what I want you to do.
Dean: Goodbye, Sam.

Sam: The scarecrow climbed off its cross?
Dean: I'm telling you, Burkitsville, Indiana: Fun Town.

Dean: I hope your apple pie's freakin' worth it!
Emily: So, what's the plan?
Dean: I'm working on it.
[several hours later]
Emily: You don't have a plan, do you?
Dean: I'm working on it...

Dean: How'd you get here?
Sam: I, uh, stole a car.
Dean: [laughs] That's my boy!

Dean: So, I drop you off somewhere?
Sam: No, I think you're stuck with me.
Dean: What made you change your mind?
Sam: I didn't. I still want to find Dad... and you're still a pain in the ass. But Jess and Mom... they're both gone. Dad is God-knows-where. You and me. We're all that's left. So, uh, if we're gonna see this through... we're gonna do it together.
Dean: Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.
Sam: You should be kissing my ass; you were dead meat, dude.
Dean: Yeah, right. I had a plan; I'd have gotten out.
Sam: Right.
Dean: Have you ever actually watched daytime T.V.? It's terrible.
Sam: [sighs] I talked to your doctor.
Dean: That fabric softener teddy bear. Oooh! I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down.
Sam: Dean.
Dean: Yeah, alright. Well, it looks like you're going to leave town without me.
Sam: What are you talking about? I'm not going to leave you here.
Dean: Hey, you better take care of that car or I swear I'll haunt your ass.
Sam: I don't think that's funny.
Dean: Ah, come on. It's a little funny. [pause] Look, Sammy, what can I say, man? It's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story.
Sam: Don't talk like that, alright. We still have options.
Dean: What options? You got burial or cremation. I know it's not easy, but I'm gonna die and you can't stop it.
Sam: Watch me.

Dean: I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.

Dean: God save us from half the people who think they’re doing God’s work.

Dean: The guy is playing God - he’s deciding who lives and who dies. That’s a monster in my book.

Dean: You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?
Sam: I'm not gonna let you die, period! We're going!

Dean: Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?
Roy Le Grange: Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest.
Dean: What did you see in my heart?
Roy: A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished.

Dean: Hey, I'm not much the prayin' type, but... I'm gonna pray for you.
Layla Rourke: Well, there's a miracle right there.
Sam: You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?
Dean: Am I speaking a language you're not getting here?

Sam: You told her?! You told her?! The secret? Our big family rule number one: we do what we do and we shut our mouths about it? For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything? [Dean is silent] Dean!
Dean: Yeah! Looks like...

Sam: And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?
Cassie Robinson: [embarrassed] When you say it aloud like that. Listen, I'm a little skeptical about this... ghost stuff, or whatever it is you guys are into.
Dean: [chuckling] Skeptical. Yeah, if I remember, you said it was nuts.

Sam: Oh, and you might also want to mention that other thing.
Dean: What other thing?
Sam: The serious unfinished business. Dean, what is going on between you two?
Dean: Alright, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said.
Sam: Oh, okay.
Dean: Okay, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her the secret about what we do, and I shouldn't have.
Sam: No, look, man, everybody's gotta open up to someone, sometime.
Dean: Yeah, I don't. It was stupid to get that close, and look how it ended. Would you stop? Blink or something.
Sam: You loved her.
Dean: Oh, God.
Sam: You were in love with her, but you dumped her. Oh, wow. She dumped you.
Dean: Get in the car.

Dean: So, I guess I saved you from a boring existence.
Sam: Occasionally I miss boring.
Dean: Alright, so this killer truck...
Sam: I miss conversations that didn't start with "this killer truck".
Sam: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: Both our families are cursed.
Dean: Our family's not cursed. We just... had our dark spots.
Sam: [chuckles] Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You're... dark.

Sam: We're not gonna kill Max.
Dean: Then what? I hand him over to the cops and say, "Lock him up, officer; he kills with the power of his mind."

Sam: Well, I'll tell you one thing. We're lucky we had Dad.
Dean: I never thought I'd hear you say that.
Sam: Well, he could've gone a whole 'nother way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon-hunting, and we would've had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay — thanks to him.
Dean: All things considered.

Sam: Aren't you worried, man; aren't you worried that I could turn into Max or something?
Dean: Nope. No way. You know why?
Sam: No. Why?
Dean: 'Cause you've got one advantage that Max didn't have.
Sam: Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean.
Dean: No. Me. [smiles] As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Now then, I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Sam: Where?
Dean: Vegas. [Sam 'harrumphs', walks out] What? Come on, man! Craps table? We'd clean up!
Deputy Kathleen Hudak: So, Gregory.
Dean: Yeah.
Deputy Kathleen: I ran your badge number. It's routine when we're working a case with State Police, for accounting purposes and what have you.
Dean: Mmhmm.
Deputy Kathleen: And, uh, they just got back to me... says here your badge was stolen. And there's a picture of you. [turns screen towards Dean, on which there is a picture of a portly, black police officer]
Dean: [long silence] I lost some weight. And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease.

Pa Bender: But the best hunt is human. Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive.
Dean: You're a sick puppy.

Pa Bender: Tell me, any other cops gonna come lookin' for you?
Dean: Eat me. Oh, no, no, no, wait, wait, wait — you actually might.

Dean: Demons, I get... But people are crazy

Pa Bender: You hurt my family, I'm gonna bleed you, bitch.
Deputy Kathleen: You killed my brother.
Pa Bender: Your brother. [laughs] Now I see.
Deputy Kathleen: Just... just tell me why.
Pa Bender: Because it's fun. [laughs again]
[Deputy Kathleen shoots him]

Dean: Don't ever do that again.
Sam: Do what?
Dean: Go missing like that.
Sam: You were worried about me!
Dean: All I'm saying, you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for you.
Sam: Sure you won't.
Dean: I'm not.
Sam: So, you got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh?
Dean: Oh, shut up.
Sam: I'm just saying, getting a little rusty there, kiddo?
Dean: Shut up!
Dean: I talked to the bartender.
Sam: Did you get anything.... besides her number?
Dean: Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that. [smiles and chuckles as he displays a napkin with her phone number] ...All right.
Sam: You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?

Sam: Look, I'm just saying, that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on.
Dean: But I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect, maybe... maybe you've got a thing for her, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?

Dean: What are you gonna do?
Sam: I'm gonna watch Meg.
Dean: [laughing] Yeah, you are.
Sam: I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry.
Dean: All right, you little pervert.
Sam: Dude.
Dean: I'm goin', I'm goin'.

Dean: You wanna go back to school?
Sam: Yeah, once we're done with the huntin' the thing.
Dean: Huh.
Sam: Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?
Dean: No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you.
Sam: I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?
Dean: It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt.
Sam: But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself—
Dean: Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam.
Sam: Dude, what's your problem?
Dean: Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?
Sam: 'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.
Dean: Yes, that; but it's more than that, man. You, me, and Dad. I want us to be... be together again. To be a family again.
Sam: Dean. We are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.
Dean: Could be.
Sam: I don't want them to be. I'm not going to live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way.
[Dean looks sad]

Dean: Hey, Sam...?
Sam: Hmm?
Dean: Next time you want to get laid... find a girl that's not so buckets-of-crazy, huh?
Dean: Oh, what's the matter, Sammy, you afraid you gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?
Sam: All right. Just remember, you started it.
Dean: Oh, bring it on, baldy.

Sam: And after his time, too. The reversed cross has been used by Satanists for centuries, but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the sixties.
Dean: [looks at Sam strangely] This is exactly why you never get laid.

[Sam and Dean walk up to Hell House, notice an ambulance and police cars parked around it]
Dean: What happened?
Man: Couple of cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house.
Sam: Suicide?
Man: Yeah. But she was a straight-A student. And a full ride to UT, too. It just don't make sense. [walks off]
Sam: What are you thinking?
Dean: I'm think maybe we missed something.

Ed Zeddmore: This stuff right here — this is our ticket to the big time. Fame, money, sex. With girls, okay? Be brave. Okay, WWBD. What would Buffy do? Huh?
Harry Spangler: What would Buffy do? I don't know, but, Ed, she's stronger than me.

[after Ed and Harry leave, explaining they have to meet a producer for rights to a movie]
Dean: [laughing] Wow.
Sam: I have a confession to make.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: I, uh, I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer. [both laugh]
Dean: Well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat.
[both laugh]
Sam: Truce?
Dean: Yeah, truce... at least for the next hundred miles.
Dean: Well, maybe he's gonna meet us there.
Sam: [scoffs] Yeah, 'cause he's been so easy to find up to this point.
Dean: You're a real smartass, you know that? [pauses] Don't worry, I'm sure there's something in Fitchberg worth killing.
Sam: Yeah? What makes you so sure?
Dean: Because I'm the oldest... which means I'm always right.
Sam: No, it doesn't.
Dean: Yeah, it totally does.

Sam: I'm surprised you didn't draw on him right there.
Dean: Yeah, well, first of all, I'm not gonna open fire in a freakin' pediatrics ward.
Sam: Good call.
Dean: Second, it wouldn't have done any good 'cause the bastard's bullet-proof unless he's chowing down on something; and, third, I wasn't packing, which is probably a really good thing, 'cause I probably would have just burned a clip in him on principle alone.
Sam: Getting wise in your old age, Dean.

Michael: You said you're a big brother.
Dean: Yeah.
Michael: You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do anything for him?
Dean: Yeah, I would.

Sam: Hey, Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean: [looks confused] For what?
Sam: You know. I know I've given you a lot of crap for always following Dad's orders. But I know why you do it.
Dean: Oh, God... kill me now.

Dean: Well, we'll be right in the next room. We're gonna come in with guns, so as soon as we do, you roll off this bed and you crawl under it.
Michael: What if you shoot me?
Dean: [shakes head] We won't shoot you. We're good shots. We're not gonna fire until you're clear, okay? [Michael nods] Have you heard a gunshot before?
Michael: Like in the movies?
Dean: This is gonna be a lot louder than in movies, so I want you to stay under the bed, cover your ears. Do not come out 'til we say so, you understand?

Sam: It's too bad.
Dean: No, they'll be fine.
Sam: It's not what I meant. I meant Michael. [pauses] He'll always know that there are things out there in the dark. He'll never be the same, you know? Sometimes I wish that...
Dean: What?
Sam: I wish I could have that kind of innocence.
Dean: [pauses] If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too.
Dean: [about Sarah Blake] Alright, you like her; she likes you. You're both consenting adults.
Sam: What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave! We always leave.
Dean: Well, I'm not talking about marriage, Sam.
Sam: You know what, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?
Dean: 'Cause then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time. You know, seriously, Sam, this isn't about just hooking up, okay? I mean, I—I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you. And I don't mean any disrespect, but I'm—I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now, I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that, but I would think that she would want you to be happy; God forbid, have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she?
Sam: Yeah, I know she would. Yeah, you're right — part of this is about Jessica, but not the main part.
Dean: What's it about? [Sam is silent] Yeah, alright.

Sam: Sarah, you saw that painting move.
Sarah Blake: No, no I—I was seeing things. It's impossible.
Dean: Yeah, well, welcome to our world.

Sarah: Look, I know losing someone you love- it's terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain... You shut out everything else too.

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

Sarah: So, why did the girl do it?
Sam: Killing others, killing herself. Some people are just born tortured. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark.
Dean: "Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten. Smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest, where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks." Wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple.
Sam: That's probably what Dad's thinking. [sullenly] 'Course, it'd be nice if he just told us what he thinks.
Dean: So it is starting.
Sam: What?
Dean: Sam, we've been looking for dad all year. Now we're not with him for more than a couple hours and there's static already?
Sam: [scoffs] No. Look, I'm happy he's okay, alright? And I'm happy that we're all working together again.
Dean: Well, good.
Sam: ...It's just the way he treats us, like we're children.
Dean: [rolls eyes] Oh, God.

[Sam angrily stops the car in front of John's truck. Sam and John angrily get out of their vehicles and walk over to each other.]
Dean: Oh, crap. Here we go. [Gets out of the car too] Sam!
John: What the hell was that?
Sam: We need to talk.
John: About what?
Sam: About everything! Where are we going, Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?
Dean: Sammy, come on! We can Q&A after we kill all the vampires.
John: Your brother's right. We don't have time for this.
Sam: Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together. Now, out of the blue, you need our help. Obviously, something big's going down, and we want to know what!
John: Get back in the car.
Sam: No.
John: I said get back in the damned car.
Sam: Yeah, and I said, "No."
Dean: Alright. You made your point, tough guy. Look, we're all tired. We can talk about this later.
[Dean grabs Sam and pushes him away from John.]
Dean: Sammy, I mean it. Come on.
Sam: [Muttering; his back towards John] This is why I left in the first place.
John: What'd you say?
Sam: [turns to John] You heard me.
John: Yeah, you left. Your brother and me- we needed you. You walked away, Sam. [Grabs Sam] You walked away!
Dean: Stop it! Both of you!
Sam: You're the one who said, "Don't come back," Dad. You're the one that closed that door, not me!! [yells] You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!!

[Sam and John angrily get into their vehicles after their fight. Dean throws up his hands.]
Dean: Terrific.

John: Sammy.
Sam: Yeah?
John: I don't think I ever told you this, but the day you were born, you know what I did?
Sam: No.
John: I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. I did the same thing for your brother. It was a college fund. And every month I'd put in another hundred dollars, until... Anyway, my point is, Sam, that... This is never the life I wanted for you.
[Later]
Sam: Hey, Dad? Whatever happened to that college fund?
John: Spent it on ammo.

John: You gotta understand somethin'. After your mother passed, all I saw was evil... Everywhere. And all I cared about was.. was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you prepared. Ready. So somewhere along the line, I, uh... I stopped being your father. And I-- I became your.. your drill sergeant.
[Sam walks over to sit by John]
John: So when you that said you wanted to go away to school.. All I could think about, my only thought was.. That you were gonna be alone. Vulnerable. Sammy, it just-- It never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn't accept the fact that you and me...we're just different.
[Sam chuckles]
John: What?
Sam: We're not different. Not anymore. With what happened to mom and Jess... [laughs] ... We probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone.
John: I guess you're right, Son. [smiles]

Kate (the vampire): Car trouble? Let me give you a lift.. take you back to my place.
Dean: I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia.

Dean: What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die and we coulda done something about it? You know, I've been thinking, and I think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together. We're stronger as a family, Dad; we just are, you know it.
John: We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order.

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?
John: It scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...we go after this damned thing...together.
Sam and Dean: Yes, Sir.
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. Does that make me a bad person?

Dean: For the last time, what happened to them is not your fault.
Sam: Yeah, you're right, it's not my fault; but it's my problem!
Dean: No, it's not your problem; it's our problem!
John: Okay. That's enough.

Sam: Dean, uh, I want to thank ya.
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 don't know, 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, you understand me?

Meg: John, you made it. Too bad, really. I was hoping to kill more of your friends.
John: Sorry to disappoint.
Meg: I can see where your boys get their good looks. But I must admit, considering what they say about you, I thought you'd be...taller. [John says nothing] Well, aren't you the chatty one? You wanna get to business? Fine. Why don't you hand over the gun?
John: If I give you the gun, how do I get out of here?
Meg: Well, if you're as good as they say you are, I'm sure you'll figure something out.
John: Maybe I'll just shoot you.
Meg: You wanna shoot me, baby? Go ahead. It won't end anything. There's more where I came from.
...
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.

Sam: If you had just let me go in there, I could have ended all this.
Dean: Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life.
Sam: You don't know that.
Dean: So, what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, you're damned right I am.
Dean: Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen — not as long as I'm around.
Sam: What the hell are you talkin' about, Dean? We've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about.
Dean: Sam, I wanna waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dyin' over.
Sam: What?
Dean: I mean it. If huntin' this demon means you gettin' yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damned thing!
Sam: That thing killed Jess! That thing killed Mom!
Dean: You said yourself once...that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back.
Sam: Don't you say that! Don't you — not after all this, don't you say that!
Dean: [emotionally] Sammy, look...the three of us — that's all we have. And that's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holdin' it together, man. Without you and Dad...
Dean: To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come.
Bobby: Nonsense. Your daddy needs help.
Dean: Yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything.
Bobby: Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people.

Meg: No more crap, okay? [demonically throws Dean against the wall] I want the Colt, Sam — the real Colt. Right now.
Sam: We don’t have it on us. We buried it.
Meg: Didn't I say, "No more crap"? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, 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 men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?
Dean: Actually, we were counting on it. [gestures to the demon trap above her] Gotcha.

Dean: You and Dad are a lot more alike then 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.

John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): He's gonna taste the iron in your blood.
Dean: Let him go, or I swear to God...
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): What? What are you and God gonna do? You see as far as I'm concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter.
Dean: Who, Meg?
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?
Dean: You've got to be kidding me.
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): What? You the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that's right, I forgot I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right.
Dean: You son of a bitch.
Sam: I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): You mean why'd I kill Mommy and pretty little Jess?
Sam: Yeah.
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): [to Dean] You know I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything. You wanna know why? Because they got in the way.
Sam: In the way of what?
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): My plans for you, Sammy — you, and all the children like you.
Dean: Listen, you mind just getting this over with, because I really can't stand the monologuing.
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): Funny. But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain, mask the truth.
Dean: Oh, yeah? What's that?
John (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon): You know you fight, and you fight for this family — but the truth is, they don't need you, not like you need them. Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you.
Dean: I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot, I wasted them.

John: Killing this demon comes first. Before me, before everything.
Sam: [looks at wounded Dean] No, Sir. Not before everything.

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