|Sam: Get back or I'll kill you; I swear to God.
Possessed Trucker: No, you won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else.
Sam: You wanna bet?
|Dean: (to Sam) Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!|
|(Upon seeing the demolished Impala)
Sam: Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed.
|Sam: Hey Dad, you know, the demon, he said he had plans for me and the children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?
John: No, I don't.
(Sam leaves the room)
Dean: (to John) Well, you sure know something.
|Dean: Come on, Dad, you've got to help me. I've got to get better, I've got to get back in there. You haven't called a soul for help, you haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything, aren't you even going to say anything? I've done everything you've ever asked me, everything. I've given everything I've ever had, and you're just going to sit there and watch me die? What the hell kind of father are you?!|
|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 would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's going to 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 going to give up on... (realizes he's no longer talking about the car)
|(After swiping a glass of water off a table in anger)
Dean: Dude, I full-on Swazyed that mother!
|Tessa: What are you, some kind of New Agey guy?
Dean: (annoyed) You see me messing with crystals and listening to Yanni?
|Tessa: I just think, whatever's going to happen is going to happen. It's out of my control; it's just fate.
Dean: That's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting, no matter what.
|Sam: Hey. I think maybe you you're around, and if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but, um, there's one way we can talk.(Sam pulls out a "Mystical Talking Board")
Dean: Oh you've got to be kidding me.
Sam: Dean? Dean, are you here?
Dean: God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party.
|Sam: Dean, are you here? I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you, but I'll keep trying, alright? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on, you can't—you can't leave me here with Dad. We'd kill each other, you know that. Dean, you've got to hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again.|
|Demon: You conjuring me, John, I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things, but suicidally reckless wasn't one of them.|
|John: It's no trick. I'll give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean. You've got to bring him back.
Demon: Why John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them.
John: It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do about Dean.
|John:How you feeling, dude?
Dean: Fine I guess. I'm alive.
John: That's what matters.
Sam:: Where were you last night?
John: I had some things to take care of.
Sam:: Well, that's specific.
Dean: Come on, Sam.
Sam:: Did you go after the Demon?
Sam:: You know, why don't I believe you right now?
John: Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting I don't even know what we're fighting about. Just butting heads. Sammy, I've made some mistakes, but I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?
Dean: Dad, are you all right?
John: Yeah... I'm just a little tired. Hey Sam, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?
Sam:: Yeah, sure.
Dean: What is it?
John: You know... 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 put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in they eye and, you'd say 'Its okay, dad.' Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean: For what?
John: You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should've been saying it to you. 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 want you to know that I am so proud of you.
Dean: Is that really you talking?
John: Yeah, it's really me.
Dean: Why you saying this stuff?
John: I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?
Dean: Yeah dad, you know I will. You're scaring me
|Sam: So what, are we supposed to do, just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?|
|Dean: I think i'll pass the 72 virgins, thanks. i'm not that into prude chicks anyway.
Tessa: That's funny.You're very cute.
|Dean: (Dean is a spirit and can't be heard) Dude you need to find some voodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.
Sam: (Talking to his dad) I don't know, I'll just find some voodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.
(He is unaware where that came from)
|(Upon seeing Tessa's body)
Tessa: I don't understand, I just came in for an appendectomy.
Dean: I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications.
|Dean: Yeah, you can't kill Death.|
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