You don't know me. You never did, and you never will.

Sam: Becky, does he know where it is?
Becky: In a castle on a hill made of forty-two dogs.
Dean: Forty-two dogs?
Sam: Are you sure you got that right.
Becky: It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said. I memorized every word... for you.
Sam: Umm... Becky, can you... quit touching me?
Becky: No.

Sam: I brought this on.
Bobby: You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant.
Sam: I'm sorry.
Bobby: Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle we pull this off... I want you to lose my number.

Dean: You're gonna go out there again?
Sam: Well, crap doesn't hit the fan with coffee breaks.

Sam: Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down.
Dean: Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet

Dean: Dude, he's short.
Sam: Hey, Gandhi was a great man.
Dean: For a Smurf.

Dean: Let me get this straight. Your, uh, ultimate hero was not only a short man in diapers, but he was a fruitarian.
Sam: That's not the point.
Dean: That is good. Even for you, that is good

Dean: Not a word.
Sam: Dude, you just got whaled on by Paris Hilton.

Sam: Dude, what the hell?
Dean: I had a hunch I went with it.
Sam: You risked my ass on a hunch?
Dean: You're fine. Besides now we know who's turning this town into Willy Wonka's worst nightmare.

Dean: Yeah, everything Jesse believes comes true. He thinks the Tooth Fairy looks like Belushi, uh, joy buzzers really shock people, boom that's what happens.
Sam: Yeah, but convince him that joy buzzers don't actually work and they go from killer machines back into crap toys.
Dean: Probably doesn't even know he's doing it. How is he doing it?

Sam: Oh, d-dude... that's not what I think it is, is it?
Dean: I got bored. That nurse was hot.
Sam: You know you can go blind from that, too.

Sam: It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them.
Dean: Know-it-all.
Sam: What?
Dean: What?
Sam: You said...
Dean: What?
Sam: Never mind.

Supernatural Quotes

Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is going to sell like hotcakes.

Dean

Dean: Do I know you?
Becky: No, but I know you.