|(Sam has just told Dean they don't get along)
Dean: We don't? Well, we should. You're my brother.
Sam: You're my brother.
Sam: You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nayv.
Sam: Uh, my prom date. On prom night.
Dean: (under his breath) Yeah, that does kinda sound like me.
|(Dean stabs himself and is instantly released from the Djinn's fantasy)
Sam: Dean! Dean. Oh, God. Come on. Hey, wake up. Wake up, damn it.
Sam: Hey, hey.
Dean: Oh, Auntie Em. There’s no place like home.
Sam: Thank God. I thought I lost you for a second.
Dean: You almost did.
|Dean: But it's not real. None of it is.
Mary: It's still better than anything you ever had.
|Dean: (to John’s grave) ‘Course, I know what you’d say... well, not the you that played softball, but...|
|Sam: Look, whatever stupid thing you’re about to do, you’re not doing it alone and that’s that.
Dean: I don’t understand, why are you doing this?
Sam: Because you’re still my brother.
|Dean: Ever since Dad... all I can think about is how much this job has cost us. We’ve lost so much; we’ve sacrificed so much...
Sam: But people are alive because of you. It’s worth it, Dean. It is. It’s not fair, and y’know it hurts like hell, but it’s worth it.
|Dean: You had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids...
Sam: Yeah, but Dean, it wasn't real.
Dean: I know. But I wanted to stay.
|Sam: What's in the bag?
Dean: Yeah! Nothing!
Sam: Fine! (reaches for the bag and pulls something out)
Dean: You don't want to do that!
Sam: Oh really? (sees the blood jar) What the hell is this?!
Sam: Yeah I can see that it's blood, Dean, but what the hell is it doing in here?!
Dean: You don't really want to know.
|Sam: You're having some kind of psychotic breakdown.
Dean: I wish.
|Professor: Son? You been drinking?
Dean: (smiles) Everybody keeps asking me that. But, uh, no.
|Dean: See? Nothing to worry about.
Sam: Yeah, being fugitives is a freakin' dance party.
Dean: What can I say, chicks dig the danger vibe.
|Dean: My god, Barbara Eden was hot, wasn’t she? And way hotter than that Bewitchedchick.
Sam: Are you even listening to me?
Dean: (clears throat) Yeah.
|Dean: The Djinn, it attacked me.
Sam: The gin, you were drinking gin?
Dean: No, ass-hat, the Djinn, the scary creature, remember?
|Carmen: What do you say later we get you a cheeseburger?
Dean: Oh god yes. How’d I end up with such a cool chick?
Carmen: I just got low standards.
|Dean: I'm dating a nurse? That is so... respectable!|
|Sam: I thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasy.
Dean: It wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never... ya know.
Sam: Yeah. Well, I'm glad we do.
|Sam: (to Dean, about to stab himself with knife.) Look, this isn't a dream, all right. I'm here with you, now, and you are about to kill yourself, Dean.
Dean: No, I'm pretty sure. Like, 90 percent sure. But I'm sure enough.
|Dean: Sam, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we don't get along. I wish to hell I could stay to fix this. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it.
Sam: Dean, what're you talking about?
Dean: Nothing. Forget it. Hey, just tell Mom I love her. I'll see you, Sammy.
(Dean leaves the house)
|Dean: (staring down at John's tombstone) All of 'em. Everyone you saved, everyone Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman... haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is like, coming after me or something. Like it doesn't want me to be happy. (pause) 'Course I know what you'd say... Well, not that you who played softball, but... You'd say, "Go hunt the djinn. It put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness over all those people's lives? No contest." Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? It's... (pause)... yeah.|
|Carmen: What's gotten into you lately?
Dean: This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I feel like I've been given a second chance.
|Sam: You know, I'm not asking you to change. I don't know. I guess we just don't really have anything in common, ya know.
Dean: Wait, whoa whoa whoa. Yes we do, yes we do.
Sam: Hunting? I've never been hunting in my life, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, well, then we should go sometime. I think you'd be great at it.
|Dean: (looking out the window) That lawn looks like it could use some mowing.
Mary: You want to mow the lawn?
Dean: Are you kidding me, I'd love to mow the lawn.
Mary: Knock yourself out. You'd think you've never mowed a lawn in your life.
|Dean: Let me ask you a question. When you put me into bed when I was little, what did you always tell me?
Mary: Dean, I don't understand.
Dean: Just answer the question!
Mary: I told you angels were watching over you.
Dean: I don't believe it.
Sam: What're you calling me a ***** for?
Dean: You're supposed to say "jerk."
Dean: Never mind.
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