September 2, 2009 | 0 Comments
Dean: I’m sitting in a laundry-mat, reading about myself… sitting in a laundry-mat reading about myself. My head hurts.
Dean: I’m sitting in a laundry-mat, reading about myself… sitting in a laundry-mat reading about myself. My head hurts.
Dean: You guys don’t walk enough. You’re gonna get flabby. You know, I’m starting to think Junkless has a better sense of humor than you…
Castiel: I know our fate rests with you. Dean: Then you guys are screwed. I can’t do it, Cass, it’s too big. Alastair was right. I’m not…
Alastair: I couldn’t break him, pulled out all the stops, but John, he was made of something unique. The stuff of heroes. But then came…
Castiel: You need to be more careful. Dean: You need to learn how to manage a damn devil’s trap.
Sam: Get out of me. Dean: You’re such a prude. Come on.
Cole: Yeah. Thanks, Haley Joel, I know I’m dead.
Dean: How the hell are we supposed to fight that? Sam: I don’t know. Learn some ghost moves? Dean: By tonight? Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you…
Tessa: You don’t remember me? Dean: Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a girl say that…
Pamela: Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the Veil and you find the Reaper. how are you going to save it? Dean: With…