February 4, 2015 | 0 Comments
Dean: There was a Taylor Swift song on the bus that I hopped to the motel, and uh, I liked it Sam. I liked it a lot.
Dean: There was a Taylor Swift song on the bus that I hopped to the motel, and uh, I liked it Sam. I liked it a lot.
Sam: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Talk to me! Teen Dean: Really Sam? Now? I got no grass on the infield and a girl’s gonna die. Sorry if I’m…
Sam: She’s right, Dean. You can do this. We can do this. Dean: Then let’s get to work.
Charlie: Yeah well, there’s one thing you have that he didn’t. You’re a Winchester. I forgive you Dean.
Charlie: You Winchester boys and your talk. Blah blah blah repressed feelings. Blah blah blah passive aggression.
Charlie: Oh Sam, you’re adorable. You’re not gonna hurt me, in fact that’s your problem. All good guy code no bite, what a waste.
Dean: Sooner we get rid of this demonic tramp stamp, I am back on the booze, burgers… and more booze. Tell me you got something.
Sam: Maybe there’s a part of you that wants to give in. And maybe you have to fight that.
Dean: You’re gonna tell me everything.
Metatron: The river ends at the source.