Seems I like Season Four so much. Because now I have to post a special...well...post for just it. So, you know the drill. It's under the cut.

UPDATE: I now have my fave quotes up for the episode Death Takes A Holiday.



SEASON FOUR

4.1 Lazarus Rising

Dean Winchester: [Pamela bends over to get something out of a cabinet, revealing a tattoo on her lower back reading 'Jesse Forever.'] Who's Jesse?
Pamela: Well, it wasn't forever.
Dean Winchester: His loss.
Pamela: Might be your gain.
Dean Winchester: [quietly, to Sam] I'm *so* in.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, she'll eat you alive.
Dean Winchester: Hey, I just got outta jail. Bring it.
Pamela: [to Sam] You're invited too, Grumpy.
Dean Winchester: You are. Not. Invited!

Bobby: (about Sam) How'd you know he'd use that name?
Dean: Are you kidding me? What don't I know about that kid?

Dean: Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes.
Castiel: I warned her not to spy on an angel. It can be…overwhelming to humans. And so can my real voice. You already knew that.
Dean: You mean the gas station and the hotel. That was you talking? (Castiel nods) Buddy, next time lower the volume.
Castiel: It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.
Dean: And what visage are you in now, what, holy tax accountant?

Dean: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.
Dean: Yeah, thanks for that.

Sam: I tried everything, that's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate, Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right. You were rotting in Hell, for months, for months, and I couldn't stop it. So, I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right. Dean, I'm sorry.
Dean: It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.

(Bobby throws holy water on Dean)
Dean: I'm not a demon either, you know.
Bobby: Sorry. Can't be too careful.

Demon Waitress: So you get to just strolled out of the Pit, huh? Tell me, what makes you so special?
Dean: I'd like to think it's because of my perky nipples.

Dean: (in the Impala) What the hell is that?
Sam: That's an iPod jack.
Dean: You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.


4.2 Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester: Why me? I mean, I don't even like being singled out at birthday parties.
Sam Winchester: Well, that’s too bad Dean. Cause it looks like the guy upstairs wants you to strap on your party hat.

Bobby Singer: It says here, that Angels can snatch souls out of hell.
Dean Winchester: What else can do it?
Bobby Singer: What, airlift your ass out of the hotbox?

Meg: You don't recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut.

Bobby: I think I got everything we need here at the house.
Dean: Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?
Bobby: So you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden?

Dean: So Bobby was right about the Witnesses. This is some kind of a sign of the Apocalypse.
Castiel: That's why we're here. Big things afoot.
Dean: Do I wanna know what kind of things?
Castiel: I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know.

Sam: A demon who's immune to salt rounds? And Devil's Traps? And Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing.
Dean: Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter, somewhere, would have seen one. At some point! Ever.
Sam: Yeah. You just did, Dean.
Dean: I'm trying to come up with a theory here, okay? Work with me.
Sam: Dean, we have a theory.
Dean: Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please!


4.3 In the Beginning

Dean Winchester: [to Castiel] Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch!

[In the past. Dean talks to past-John about Impala]
Dean Winchester: This is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still going to be badass when it's forty.

Dean Winchester: Sammy, where ever you are, Mom is a babe! And I'm going to Hell... Again.

Castiel: Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean. And we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will.

Azazel: All those angels on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good.
Dean: You can cover whatever the hell you want, I'm still going to kill you.
Azazel: Right. Now that I'd like to see.
Dean: Maybe not today. But you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, 'cause I'm the one that kills you.

Dean: What about the rest of the town? Did you find anything on the web? (Samuel stares) Of… information that you have assembled.
Deanna: Electrical storms, maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday.
Dean: By mail?
Samuel: No, we hired a jetliner to fly them to us overnight.

Samuel: So you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?
Beth Wiltshire: You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back forty?

Dean: For what it's worth, ummm. It doesn't matter what your dad thinks. I like that John kid.
Young Mary: You do?
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be. Hell, I'm depending on it.
Young Mary: What?
Dean: Nothing.

Dean: Okay, so what, angels got their hands on a Delorean.

Samuel: She wants to hunt, she doesn't want to hunt.... is this some kind of female time of month thing?


4.4 Metamorphosis

Sam Winchester: [after Dean confronts Sam about using his powers] You were gone. I was here. I had to keep on fighting without you and what I'm doing, it works.
Dean Winchester: Tell me, if it's so terrific, why did you lie about it to me? Why did an angel tell me to stop you?
Sam Winchester: [Sam looks up, startled at Dean] What?
Dean Winchester: Cass said if I don't stop you, he will. You know what that means Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, you're just gonna stand there and tell me that everything is all good?

Dean Winchester: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress, right next to his KY. It's a sickness, it is.

Travis: Boys, we got ourselves a Rugaru.
Dean: Rugaru? Is that made up? That sounds made up.

(Dean and Sam bust into an apartment to rescue a Girl)
Girl: Aahhhh!
Dean: Wait, Whoa! We're here to save you... I guess.
Girl: I'm calling the police!
Sam: We should go.
Dean: Yeah.

Sam: I'm not going to let it go too far.
Dean: It's already gone too far, Sam. If I didn't know you, I would want to hunt you.

Dean: I've seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy, come on this guy's boring.

Sam: Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes can get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth.
Dean: Sam I never said anything about demon blood. You knew about that?
Sam: Yeah for about a year.
Dean: A whole year.
Sam: I should've told you, I'm sorry.
Dean: You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam.


4.5 Monster Movie

Dean Winchester: Well, look at me. I mean, I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars. No bullet wounds, no knife cuts, none of the off-angled fingers from all of the breaks - I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact.
Sam Winchester: ...What?
Dean Winchester: I've been re-hymenated.
Sam Winchester: Re - Please. Dean. Maybe angels can pull you out of Hell, but no one can do that.
Dean Winchester: Brother! I have been re-hymenated, and the dude will not abide!

Dean: Room's paid for and it's Oktoberfest. C'mon, brother! Beer and bar wenches.
Sam: Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole "wench" thing, Dean.
Dean: Hey, bar wench! Where's that beer?
Jamie: Coming up, good sir.
(Sam rolls his eyes)
Dean: Dude. Oktoberfest.

Jamie: Try again tomorrow, g-man.
Dean: I wish I could. I don't think we're stayin' on the case.
Jamie: What? Is it too weird for you?
Dean: Not weird enough.

Jamie: You're funny.
Dean: I'm a lot more than that. I'd love to get the chance to get to show you the rest. What time do you get off?
Jamie: Ha, ha. Like I said, funny.


4.6 Yellow Fever

Sam Winchester: We've been ignoring the biggest clue we had. You...!
Dean Winchester: ...I don't wanna be a clue!

Dean Winchester: I mean, come on Sam. What are we doing?
Sam Winchester: We're hunting a ghost.
Dean Winchester: A ghost, exactly. Who does that?
Sam Winchester: Us.
Dean Winchester: Us, right. And that Sam is exactly why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? Normal people, they see a monster and they run, not us. No, no, no we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people. We are insane.
[pause]
Dean Winchester: And then there's the bad diner food. And the skeevy motel rooms. And then the truck stop waitress with the bizzare rash. I mean who wants this life Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day every day? I don't think so. I mean, I drive too fast and listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and... and... and I sing along and I know I'm annoying and I know that. And you, you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you're toxic. I mean, you know what?
[throws keys to Sam]
Dean Winchester: You can forget it.
Sam Winchester: Whoa, Dean. Where are you going?
Dean Winchester: Stay away from me, Sam. Okay? 'Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse! I'm out. I'm done. I quit.

Sam Winchester: Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel.
Dean Winchester: Sam, I'm not going to make a left hand turn into on coming traffic. I'm not suicidal. Did I just say that? That's kind of weird.

Sam Winchester: Basically they were all dicks.
Dean Winchester: So, you're saying I'm a dick?

Dean Winchester: I don't scare people.
Sam Winchester: Dean all we do is scare people.
Dean Winchester: Well, then you're a dick too.
Sam Winchester: Apparently I'm not.

Dean Winchester: This isn't gonna work. I mean, come on, these badges are fake, what if we get busted, we could go to jail!
Sam Winchester: Dean, shhh! Calm down. Deep breath, okay?
[Dean takes a deep breath]
Sam Winchester: Okay, you feel better?
[Dean shakes his head, no]
Sam Winchester: Just, come on.

Dean Winchester: Let's do this!
[opens trunk, then looks over at the factory]
Dean Winchester: It's a little spooky, isn't it?
Sam Winchester: [holds out a pistol for Dean to take]
Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm not carrying that.
[Sam looks confused]
Dean Winchester: It could go off! I'll man the flashlight.
Sam Winchester: You do that.

Sam Winchester: How're you feeling, by the way?
Dean Winchester: Fine.
Bobby Singer: You sure, Dean? 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary.
Dean Winchester: I'm fine. What, you wanna go hunting? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything.
Sam Winchester: Aww...
Bobby Singer: He's adorable.

Dean Winchester: Am I haunted? Am I haunted?

Dean Winchester: On the up-side, I'm still alive, so, uh, go team!

Sam: How ya feelin'?
Dean: Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what that feels like. It's friggin delightful.

(Coroner cuts into body and blood splurts on Sam's face)
Coroner: Oh, sorry. Spleen juice.

Sheriff Britton: Me and Frank, we were friends. Hell, we were Gamecocks. (Dean snickers) That's our softball team's name.
Dean: Mmm.
Sheriff Britton: They're majestic animals

Sam: It's ghost sickness.
Dean: Ghost sickness?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: God, no.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: I don't even know what that is.

Sam: Ready?
Dean: Yeah open it
(sam opens the locker)
Dean: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
(sam looks at Dean questionably)
Dean:(chuckling nervously) That was scary!


4.7 Its the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester: [Upon meeting Castiel for the first time] Oh my God... Er... ah... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.

Dean Winchester: [ghost throws Dean against the wall after he kills zombies] A zombie/ghost orgy, huh? Well, that's it. I'm torching everyone.

Sam: What about you? Find anything on the victim?
Dean: This Luke Wallace--he was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy

Sam: Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own.
Dean: Raising what, exactly?
Sam: Dark, evil crap and lots of it. They follow him around like a friggin' Pied Piper.
Dean: So we're talking ghosts.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Zombies.
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Dean: Leprechauns?
Sam: Dean...
Dean: Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.

Dean: Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year hag and you could come any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader? I would. Mmm.

Dean: I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something

(Samhain shoots white light at Sam)
Sam: Yea, that demon ray-gun stuff? Doesn't work on me.


4.8 Wishful Thinking

Sam Winchester: I can see you're very interested.
Dean Winchester: Women, showers... We gotta save these people!

Dean Winchester: I shouldn't have lied to you. I do remember everything that happened to me in the pit, everything
Sam Winchester: So, tell me about it.
Dean Winchester: No, I'm not going to lie anymore, but I'm not going to talk about it.
Sam Winchester: Dean, look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone. You got to let me help.
Dean Winchester: How? You really think a little heart-to-heart, some sharing and caring, is going to change anything? Huh? Some how heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here.
Sam Winchester: I know that.
Dean Winchester: The things that I saw, there aren't words, there is no forgetting, there's no making it better. Because it is right here
[Points to head]
Dean Winchester: forever. You wouldn't understand and I could never make you understand. So I am sorry.

(Little Girl opens door)
Girl: Hello.
Sam: Hello! Um...could we..you know what, are your parents home?
Girl: Nope
Sam: No.
Dean: No. Um...have you seen a [motions his hand above his head to show height] a really, really furry...
Girl (panicky): Is he in trouble?
(Boys look at each other, shocked)
Sam: No. No, no, no. Not at all. We just...We...we wanted to make sure he was okay.
Dean: Exactly
Girl: He's my teddy bear. (whispers) I think he's sick.
(Boys can't believe what they're hearing)
Dean: Wow...uh. Amazing. Cause you know what? We (motions between Sam and himself. Then they pull out their badges) are Teddy Bear Doctors.
Sam: (shows her his badge and smiles)
Girl: Really? Can you please take a look at him?
Sam and Dean (unison): Sure. Yeah.

Sam: (to Audrey)I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but your bear is sick. Yeah, he's, he's got...
Dean: Lollipop disease.
Sam: Lollipop disease.
Dean: It's not uncommon for a bear his size, but see it's, it's contagious.
Sam: Yeah. So is there someone, maybe a grown up you can stay with while we treat him?

Dean: Or it's a Bigfoot. You know, and he's some kind of alcoholo-porno addict. Kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny.


4.9 I Know What You Did Last Summer

Sam is recounting his dealings with Ruby to Dean during Dean's stay in Hell.
Dean Winchester: Sam! [Interrupting and stopping the sex scene that Sam was telling about between him and Ruby.]
Sam Winchester: Yeah?
Dean Winchester: Too much information!
Sam Winchester: Hey, I told you I was coming clean.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, but now I feel dirty.

Anna: This demon, Lilith, is trying to break the 66 seals to free Lucifer from Hell. Lucifer… will bring the Apocalypse. So… smoke 'em if you got 'em

Dean: That's Revelations.
Anna's Doctor: Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o-lanterns?
Dean: It's, uh… a little-known translation.

Dean: So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies, when really you're just tuning into angel radio?
Anna: Yes. Thank you.

Alastair: Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot--I'm wearing a pediatrician.

Ruby: Proof. This body is 100% socially conscious. I recycle. Al Gore would be proud

Psychologist: It's not uncommon for our patients to think monsters are real.
Dean Winchester: Yeah... that's just batty.


4.10 Heaven and Hell

Dean Winchester: They sliced and carved and tore me in ways... until there was nothing left. And then suddenly I would be whole again, like magic. Just so they can start it all over again. Then Alastair at the end of every day, every one, he would come over and he would make me an offer to take me off the rack if I put souls on, if I started to torture them. And every day I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For thirty years I told him, but then I couldn't do it anymore Sammy, I couldn't. And I got off that rack, and God help me, I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The things that I did to them.
Sam Winchester: Dean, Dean, look you held up for thirty years, that's longer than any one would've.
Dean Winchester: How I feel inside me, I wish I couldn't feel anything Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.

Dean Winchester: It wasn't four months you know.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: It was four months up here, but down there, I don't know, time was different. It was more like forty years.

Dean Winchester: We're here!
Sam Winchester: Pamela, hey!
Pamela Barnes: Sam?
Sam Winchester: It's me, it's Sam.
Pamela Barnes: Sam, is that you?
Sam Winchester: I'm right here.
Pamela Barnes: Ohh... You know how I can tell?
[She grabs Sam's butt, he is taken aback]
Pamela Barnes: That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing! Of course I know it's you, Grumpy.
[She nods toward Ruby and Anna]
Pamela Barnes: Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl is Anna. And that you've been eyeing my rack!
[Sam is flustered]
Pamela Barnes: Don't sweat it, kiddo.

Dean Winchester: [to Uriel, about Anna's Grace] Give her back her Angel Juice!

Sam: You want Anna? Why?
Uriel: Out of the way.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.
Uriel: Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle.
Dean: You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?

Uriel: Give us the girl.
Dean: Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try Jdate.

Sam: Where's Bobby?
Dean: Uh, the Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it.
Sam: Is he working a job?
Dean: God, I hope so. Otherwise he's at Hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.
Sam: Now that's seared in my brain.

Sam: She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.
Dean: Who was? The plumber, hmmm? A little snaking the pipes?
Sam: Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again.


4.11 Family Remains

Dean: Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is going to sell like hotcakes.

Sam: It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them.
Dean: Know-it-all.
Sam: What?
Dean: What?
Sam: You said…
Dean: What?
Sam: Never mind.

Mrs. Curry: I already told the local boys, there was blood… everywhere.
Dean: And Mr. Gibson, where was he?
Mrs. Curry: Everywhere

Dean: What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?!?

Dean: Dog: it's what's for dinner.

Dean: Rent "Juno," get over it.

Dean: Please nobody grab my leg, please nobody grab my leg!


4.12 Criss Angel Is A Douche Bag

Sam: Do you think we will?
Dean: What?
Sam: Die before we get old.
Dean: Haven't we both already?
Sam: You know what I mean, Dean. I mean, do you think we'll still be chasing demons when we're 60.
Dean: No. I think we'll be dead. For good. Why, do you want to end up like... like Travis? Or Gordon, maybe?
Sam: There's Bobby.
Dean: Oh yeah, there's a poster child for growing old gracefully.

Chief: You are really gonna get it tonight, big boy.
Dean: There's been a misunderstanding. I, uh, think I've been had.
Chief: Oh, you ain't been had, till you been had by the Chief. Oh, and before we get started, what's your safe word

Dean: What a douchebag.
Sam: That's Jeb Dexter.
Dean: I don't even want to know how you know that.
Sam: He's famous, kind of.
Dean: For what, douchebaggery?


4.13 After School Special

Young Dean: Kid's dead.
Young Sam: Dean.
Young Dean: I'm gonna rip his lungs out!
Young Sam: It's not a big deal.
Young Dean: Not a big deal? Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here...
Young Sam: He's not.
Young Dean: Well, I am. As soon as I'm finished with that dick...
Young Sam: Just shut up, okay? I don't need your help.
Young Dean: That's right, you don't. You could've torn him apart, so why didn't you?
Young Sam: Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal.

Young Sam: Any word from Dad?
Young Dean: He called this morning, says it's going to be another week, at least. We weren't supposed to be here this long.
Young Sam: At least you got Amanda. She's cool.
Young Dean: Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents.

Dean: So what's our cover? FBI, Homeland Security, Swedish exchange students?

Dean: Today you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule. Dodge. (nails kid with ball) Sorry.

(an athlete collapses on top of Sam)
Sam: Little help.
Dean: He's giving you the full cowgirl.

Sam: Having fun?
Dean: (impersonating a gym teacher) The whistle makes me their god.
Sam: Right... nice shorts!

Dean: I had to break into the principal's office to get this. Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal. Guess which ones.
Sam: No

Dean: Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor. Umm, you mind tell us where Dirk is buried.
Dirk McGregor Sr.: Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated.
Dean: All of him?
Dirk McGregor Sr.: Well, I kept a lock of his hair.
Dean: Oh, that's... that's nice. Where do you keep that?

Dean: Ghost getting creative--well, that's super.

Mr. Wyatt: You know this assignment was non-fiction, right?
Young Sam: Yes, Mr. Wyatt.
Mr. Wyatt: So you and your family killed a werewolf last summer, huh?

Dean: That ghost is dead. I'm gonna to rip its lungs out! (Sam raises an eyebrow) Well, you know what I mean.


4.14 Sex and Violence

Dean: Unbelievable, man, I just don't get it
Sam: What?
Dean: Nothing
Sam: No, say it.
Dean: Nah, it's just first it's Madison and then Ruby and now Cara. It's like what is it with you and bangin' monsters?

Nick: Dean's all mine.
Sam: You poisoned him
Nick: Nah I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him. That he could trust. And now he loves me, he'd do anything for me.

Sam: What do you think? She infects them during sex?
Bobby: Maybe
Dean: Supernatural STD.

Dean: You're up early. What're you doing?
Sam: Nothing. I was in the can.
Dean: Yeah?
Sam: Yeah. Want me to draw you a picture?
Dean: No, I'll pass.

Mr. Benson: Her name was... Jasmine.
Sam: She was a stripper?
Dean: Dude, her name was Jasmine.

4.15 Death Takes A Holiday

Sam: Small town. No one's died in the past week and a half.
Dean: That's so unusual.
Sam: Well, it's how they're not dying. One guy with terminal cancer strolls straight out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger. Walks away without a scratch.
Dean: Capped in the ass?
Sam: Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a 9 mm.
Dean: And he's not a doughnut?

Dean: Well, there's no deals. There's no skeevy faith healers. I mean...these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light.
Sam: Maybe because there's no one around to carry 'em.
Dean: Whatya mean?
Sam: Well, Grim Reapers--that's what the do, right? Ship souls? So, if Death ain't in town...
Dean: Then nobody's dying. So, what? The local Reapers are on strike? Playing the back nine?

Sam: Well, let's talk to somebody who might.
Dean: Well, last I checked, Huggy bear ain't available.
Sam: No dude. The kid [Cole].
Dean: The kid? The kid's a doornail.
Sam: Exactly. Look, if he's the last person to die around here, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him.
Dean: [chuckles] I love how matter-of-fact you are abou that. Strange lives.

Sam: What?
Dean: This job's jacked, that's what.
Sam: How so?
Dean: You want me to gank a monster or torture a corpse...pbst...hey, let's light it up, right? But-but this. If we fix whatever this is, people are just going to start dropping dead. Good people.
Sam: Look. I don't want them to die either, Dean. But there's a natural order.
Dean: You're kidding, right?
Sam: What?
Dean: You don't see the irony in that? I mean...you and me...we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch Death.
Sam: Well, the normall rules don't really apply to us, do they?
Dean: [chuckles humorlessly] We're no different than anybody else.
Sam: I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to Hell. Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean. But, you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be.
Dean: Ah, Joe the Plumber was a douche.

Sam and Dean caught in a misconstruing act at Cole's grave.
Dean: [nervous laugh] This-this is not what it looks like.
Alastair [possessing a man]: Really? Because it looks like Devil worship.
Dean: [trying to play it off] What? No, no. This's not...devil worship. This...this is...this. This is...uh
[beat]
(To Sam) I don't have a good answer.

Alastair tries to throw Sam by waving his hand.
Surprised to find he can't.
Sam: bold and sure face
Alastair: You're stronger, Sam. You've been soul-flexing with your little slut?
Sam: You have no idea.
Flings Alastair into tree.

Dean: I think I have a concussion.
Sam: [concerned] You want an aspirin?
Dean: No thanks, House.

Dean: Looks like we're going to have to take care of this one ourselves.
Sam: What are we gonna do? Just swing in and rescure the friendly neighborhood Reaper?
Dean: You got a better idea, I'm all ears.
Sam: Dean, Reapers are invisible. The only people who can see them are the Dead and the Dying.
Dean: Well, if ghosts are the only ones who can see them...
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: Then we become ghosts
Sam: You do have concussion.
Dean: Sounds crazy, I know.
Sam: It is crazy.

Pamela: I can't even begin to tell you how crazy this is.
Sam: [To Pamela, who's blind] Well, Pamela. You're a sight for sore eyes.
Pamela: [humorless laugh] Aww, that's sweet, Grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?

Pamela: Which one of you came up with astral-projection?
Dean: [raises finger] Yo.
Pamela: Of course. Chotchkey.

Pamela: Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the Veil and you find the Reaper, how are you gonna save it?
Dean: With style and class.

Dean: I am so feeling up Demi Moore.

Pamela: Alright. So, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember, I have to bring you back. I'll whisper the incantation in your ear.
Leans over and whispers in Sam's body's ear. Only Spirit Sam can hear it.
You have got a great ass.

In the Spirit World
[Alive girl jogging runs through Sam's shoulder]
Dean: [chuckling] Whoa...hoa...hoa...hoa...that was wild!
[Sticks arm through Sam's chest]
Am I making you uncomfortable?
Sam: [non-plussed] Get out of me.
Dean: You're such a prude. Come on.

Dean: Come on man. We've been smoking this town forever. No demons. No black smoke. I saw we hit Victoria's Secret and get our peek on.

Sam: This isn't going to be easy to hear. But, you're dead. You're a spirit. Us, too.
Cole: Yes, Haley Joel. I know I'm dead.

Tessa: You don't remember me?
Dean: Honestly, if I had a nickel for everytime I heard a girl say that.

Dean: Can I tell you something, between you and me?
Tessa: Who am I going to tell?
Dean: After our little...experiment [pause] for that whole year, I felt like I had this hole in my gut. Like I was missing something. I didn't know what. Do you know what it was? It was you. The pain of losing my father and Sammy. I just...I wish I had gone with you for good. But, I guess things are different now.
Tessa: What? The angels on your shoulder?
Dean: So you know about that, huh? Hey. Don't get me wrong. Most of the ones I've met are dicks with wings. But still...you know, I've done things. Horrible things. And someone upstairs still decided to give me a second chance. I just makes me feel...I don't know.
Tessa: Uh-huh.

[About the black smoke]
Dean: Well, 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 back at Mr. Miyagi's.
Cole: Who's Mr. Myagi?

[Dean trying to move a blade on a windmill with his mind]
Cole: It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate.
Dean: I am concentrating.
[Moves the blade a little bit]
Dean [cont'd]: Ah...here we go baby.
Cole: You pull a muscle?
Dean: Alright. Let's see what you got.
[Cole moves the windmill blades, porch swing, moving-horse decoration, and wind chimes simultaneously]
Dean [cont'd]: [Impressed] Dude, you are so Amityville.

Cole's teaching them to fight, ghost style.
[Cole punches Sam, hard]
Cole: See, if you wanna hit something, you just gotta get mad.
Sam: [in pain] Yeah. Got it.
Cole: (To Dean) Now you try. Hit me.
Dean: Uh, I think I'll just stick to picking on someone my own size.
[Cole backfists Dean across the face]
Sam: [laughs]
Dean: Ow!
Cole: (To Sam) Hit me as hard as you can.
Sam: Dude, I"m not going to do Fight Club with a 12 year old.
[Cole punches Sam in the face]
Sam [cont'd]: Ow! Cut it out.
Cole: Make me!
[Sam blocks Cole's punch and swings. But hits air as Cole's disappeared]
Cole: [Reappears across room]
Dean: Whoa. Whoa, you gotta teach us that.

Dean: You know. This ghost this thing, it's pretty rad.

Alastair shoots Dean, who vanishes.
Alastair: Rock salt's not so much fun anymore, is it?

Sam: Go to Hell!
Alastair: If only I could. But they keep sending me back up here to this arctic craphole.

Pamela laughs, despite having been stabbed
Sam: [worried] What's so funny?
Pamela: I can't die. Not in this town. Look.
[No blood]
Sam: Pamela?
Pamela: Quit your worrying, Grumpy. How 'bout you make me a drink, huh?
Sam: You need a doctor.
Pamela: Make me a drink, Sam.

Alastair's zapped by a mysterious lightning-like bolt
Dean: What the hell?
Castiel: Guess again.

Castiel: That script on the wall. We couldn't penetrate it.
Dean: That was angel-proofing.

Cole: Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?
Tessa: Maybe no one wants to ruin the surprise.
Cole: That's not an answer.
Tessa: Stays silent]
Dean: She won't answer you, Cole. Reapers never do. But trust me, staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there.
Cole: Why?
Dean: Because, one day your family'll be gone. And there'll be nothing left here for you. It's okay to be scared.
Cole: I'm not scared.
Dean: We're all scared. That's the big secret. We're all scared.
Cole: Are you coming?
Dean: Oh, I'm sure I'll be there sooner than you think.

Dean: Look out for that boy.
Tessa: Look out for yourself, Dean.
Dean: What do you mean?
Tessa: I've been around Death. From the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. [Pause] He's in a better place. At least they're together now[Pause]</i> You all lie to yourselves, Dean. Cause like you said. Deep down, you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Dean.
Dean: What?
Tessa: The angels have something good in store for you. A second chance? Really? Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Dean. There's no such thing as miracles.
Dean: What are you saying?
[Tessa disappears without saying a word]

Pamela: [Whispering to Sam] I know what you did to that demon, Sam. I can feel what's inside of you. If you think you have good intentions, think again.

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