October 29, 2014 | 0 Comments
Dean: You’ve been kicked, bit, scratched, stabbed, possessed, killed. And you sprain your friggin elbow?
Dean: You’ve been kicked, bit, scratched, stabbed, possessed, killed. And you sprain your friggin elbow?
Dean: Which one of us is really the monster?
Dean: You know I hate shots. Sam: I hate demons.
Dean: You got the stomach for that, Sam?
Crowley: It’s hell, you wait, it’s what you do.
Sam: I’m beat, man. One battle at a time. So I’m just gonna go grab my brother some cholesterol. And then I’m gonna get drunk.
Crowley: Why can’t you people just sit on clouds and play harps like you’re supposed to?
Sam: You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family. This family is all we have ever had.
Dean: I’m loving the new model. Lean, mean Dean.
Sam: Dean, it’s over.