From the show itself:
I hope your apple pie is freakin'
WWBD: What Would Buffy Do?
All right, if I'm not back Sunday night? Young Dean:
Call Pastor Jim. John Winchester:
Lock the doors and windows, close the shades, and most important... Young Dean:
Watch out for Sammy. [...] Michael:
My brother's sick. Dean:
The little guy? Michael: [nodding]
Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's my fault. Dean:
Ah, c'mon, how? Michael:
I should've made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't have gotten pneumonia if the window was latched. Dean:
Listen to me. I can promise you that this is not your fault. Okay? Michael:
It's my job to look after him. [...] Michael:
You said you're a big brother. Dean:
You take care of your little brother? You'd do...anything
for him? Dean: [heartfelt]
Yeah, I would.
Your dad? He's in here with me—trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi"¯, by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood.
You get visions...of people about to die? [Sam nods]
...that's impossible. Sam:
A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do. Andy: [pause]
But death visions? Dude, that sucks
[Jo puts on "Can't Fight This Feeling" on the Roadhouse's jukebox] Dean: REO Speedwagon
Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart. Dean: [smirking]
He sings it from the hair
. There's a difference.
Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?
garlic on this pizza?
What are we doing? Sam:
We're hunting a ghost. Dean:
A ghost, exactly. Who does that? Sam:
Us, right. And that, Sam—that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, c'mon, we hunt monsters! What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run. But not us—no, no, no, we...we search out things that want to kill us! Yeah, huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people
! We...are insane!
You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad.
I'm going to find God. Dean:
Yes. He's not in Heaven; He has to be somewhere. Dean:
Try New Mexico, I hear He's on a tortilla. Castiel: [deadpan, confused]
No, He's not on any flatbread.
This isn't funny, Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!
Why? Why tell us anything? Crowley: [pointing the Colt at Dean]
I, want you, to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face. Dean:
Uh-huh. Okay. And why, exactly, would you
want the Devil dead? Crowley: [putting the Colt down]
It's called survival. But I forgot, you two at best are functional morons
Yeah, you're—functioning morons...
[Castiel falls prey to Famine's powers and his host body's desire for red meat
] What are you, the Hamburglar?
They are broken! Flawed! Abortions! Gabriel:
Damn right they’re flawed. But a lot of them try. To do better. To forgive. [beat]
And you should see the spearmint rhino.
Castiel: [staring at the TV]
It's very complex. If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter [Sam and Dean look up from their work]
why does he keep slapping her rear? Perhaps she's done something wrong? Dean:
You're watching porn? Why? Castiel: [still staring]
It was there. Dean
: You don't watch porn
in a room full of dudes, and you don't...talk
about it! Just turn it off. [Castiel looks down at his body, surprised]
Oh, now he's got a boner. [later] Samuel:
This what you boys do, sit around watching pornos with angels? Castiel: [deadpan, eyes still glued to the screen]
We're not supposed to talk about it.
Crowley: Ah, Castiel. Angel of Thursday. Just not your day, is it? Castiel:
What are you doing here? Crowley:
I want to help you help me help ourselves. Castiel:
Speak plain. Crowley:
I want to discuss a simple business transaction, that's all. Castiel: You want to make a deal? With me? I'm an angel, you ass. Don't have a soul to sell.
Sam, I'm sorry for psychologically scarring you. Sam:
Gotta ask...do you boys chase the crazy, or does the crazy chase you? Sam:
Depends on the day.
Describing the show:
the demon-killing brothers that reality show about the two underwear-model brothers who hallucinate and shoot at ghosts the reality show about the two brothers who drive around testing out seedy motels the underwear-model-ghost hunters-brothers show
What is Hollywood likely to do to Supernatural
if some "creative genius" doesn't reign it in? Misha Collins:
Honestly? I'm just going to answer this quickly to get it over with, but...gay porn incest story with two brothers fucking the shit out of each other.