November 5, 2015 | 0 Comments
Dean: I gotta get out of this doily coffin.
Dean: I gotta get out of this doily coffin.
Dean: Bottled toilet water? Why do you keep spraying it? Sam: I wanted to see if the squeezy thing worked.
Sam: Maybe We’re dealing with a serial killer? Dean: You’d love that wouldn’t you.
Sam: Dean, people valet park all the time. Come on, live a little.
Dean: We’re gonna have to figure this thing out like we always do. But until then, we hunt.
Sam: Is everything a Bob Seger song to you? Dean: Yes.
Dean: Why isn’t he picking up? Sam: Because he’s a dick. Not breaking news.
Crowley: That’s God for ya, a boom, a bang, a bust, a revolution, and Taylor Swift.
Sam: I have to die, I’ve made my peace with that, but please, Dean deserves better. Dean deserves a life.
Crowley: Dean was a rather scrumptious young altar boy.