Dean: They're after me!
Sam: Third kind, already? You better run, man. I think the fourth kind is the butt thing.
Dean: Empathy, Sam. Empathy!

You want to be a real boy Pinocchio; you've got to act the part.

Fake it 'til you make it.

Dean: You don't care. You have to care.
Sam: About what exactly?
Dean: About everything!

It's your gigantor body and maybe your brain, but it's not you. So just stop pretending.

Dean: Ok time to go. Now, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.
Sam: (laughs) What? Soul or not, that's funny.

Three skuzzy bars, one skuzzy strip club, a chilidog joint, seven or eight nightcaps, and now, scotches in the library. I'm getting sorosis just watching this.

Let me get dressed, Robo-Cop.

Christian: Who you calling?
Dean: Your wife. Let her know I'm not gonna make it over tonight.

I'm asking the questions here, Fright Night.

Dean: [to Samuel] So what's so important that you're the King of Hell's cabana boy? What did he offer you: girls, money, hair?

Dean: Who, whoa, whoa, wait? You two know each other?
Crowley: Not in the biblical sense, more of a business relationship I'd say.
Sam: [to Samuel] You're Crowley's bitch.

Supernatural Quotes

You betrayed me? No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.


I'll text you her number. I like texting. Emoticons.