|Sam: (demon had just left Sam's body) Did I miss anything?
Dean:Sam... (punches him)
|Dean: You OK? (Sam doesn't answer) Sam? That you in there?|
|Sam: Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach.
Dean: How 'bout I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?
Sam: Oh, careful now... wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging.
|Demon (possessing Sam): One look at Sam's dewy, sensitive eyes, they'll let me right in the door.|
|Sam: No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.
Dean: It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you.
Sam: Yeah, this time. What about next time?
Dean: Sam, when Dad told me I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to save you.
|Dean: (starts to laugh)
Dean: (continues to laugh) Nothing.
Sam: Dean! What!?
Dean: Dude, you full on had a girl up inside of you for like a week. (both laugh) That's pretty naughty.
|Sam (to Jo): (sing-song) My daddy shot your daddy in the head.|
|Dean: This guy? (to Sam) You were drinking malt liquor?
Clerk: Not after he whipped the bottle at my friggin’ head!
Dean: This guy?
Clerk: What, am I speaking Urdu?
|Sam: By the way, you really look like crap, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, right back at ya.
|Sam (possessed): All that I had to hold on to, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was gonna torture you... nice and slow, like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes Dean, you're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down, you know that you can't save your brother. They'd been better off without you.|
|Sam: I don’t wanna hurt anyone else. I don’t wanna hurt you.
Dean: You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it.
Sam: I can’t. Not forever.
|Manager: It’s past checkout and I’ve got a couple here who needs a room.
Dean: (looks at hooker and customer in hall) Yeah, I bet they do.
|Bobby: Where’s Dean?
Sam: Holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve-pack.
Bobby: Yeah? Is she pretty?
Sam: You ask me, he’s in way over his head
|Bobby: Don't try and con a con man.|
|Bobby: Here, take these.
Sam: What are they?
Bobby: Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya.
Dean: That sounds vaguely dirty, but er, thanks.
|Sam: You know when people wanna describe the worst possible thing? They say it's like hell. (punches Dean) Well, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, ah... (punch) Well, it's like hell. Even for demons. (punch) It's a prison made of bone, and flesh and blood and fear. (punch) And you sent me back there.
Sam: No. Not any more. Now I'm Sam. (punch) By the way, saw your Dad there. He says "Howdy".
|(referring to an old, beat-up car)
Dean: Oh please tell me you didn't steal this?
|Dean: Feel like talking now?
Sam (possessed): Sam's still my meat-puppet, I'll make him bite off his tongue.
|(after arriving at a gas station)
Dean: Alright, receipt's for 10 gallons at pump number 2. (pause) Getting any goosebumps yet? "God this looks familiar" déjà vu vibes?
|Dean: I'll call you later.
Jo: No, you won't.
|Dean: (talking on the phone) Hi, so sorry to bother you but, my son snuck out of the house last night and went to a Justin Timberlake concert... What? Uhhh yeah... Justin's quite the triple threat.|
|Dean: What's going on with you Sam? Hm? Smokin'... throwin' bottles at people... sounds more like me than you.|
|Dean: Okay... now this is disturbing. (lifts up carton of cigarettes, Sam stares in shock)C'mon, man, this couldn't have been you, it had to be someone else, someone who... uhh... (smells cigarettes) ... smokes menthols.|
|Dean: You never told me this.
Sam: I didn’t want to scare you.
Dean: Well, bang up job on that.
|Dean: The room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual.
Sam: You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood.
Dean: Mmm-yeah, that's what I mean.
|Dean: (to Sam) You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. I think the scariest part about this whole thing is that you're a Bon Jovi fan.|
|Dean: (holding gun) You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe.
Sam: I know.
Dean: I can't. I'd rather die. (puts down gun)
Sam: No. No, Dean, you'll live. (picks up gun) You'll live to regret this. (knocks him unconscious)
Dean: You saw him [Sam] smoking?
Clerk: Yeah, guy’s a chimney.
Sam (possessed): (laughs) Boy! Your really carrying the torch for him, aren't you.?
Jo: (looks away)
Sam (possessed): I'll take that as a yes.
Jo: (walks away)
Sam (possessed): It's to bad. Cause see Dean, he likes you, sure. But...not in the way you want him. I mean...maybe it's kind of a..as a little sister, you. But (b)romance, that's just out of the question. He (laughs) he kinda thinks your a school girl, you know.
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