Sam: What are you going to do, poke her with a stick?
[Dean makes a face like he's thinking about it.]
Sam: Dude, you're not going to poke her with a stick!
Dean: [looks at Sam] What?
Sam: [puppy dog eyes] I lost my shoe
Dean: I'm amazing...I'm Batman!
Sam (sarcastically): Yeah... You're Batman.
Hendrickson: You think you're funny?
Dean: I think I'm adorable.
Sam: Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.
Dean: You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their a**!
Sam: (looking heartbroken) Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?
Dean: (Looks concerned for a moment, then catches on.) Cute
Dean: [As spirit-no one can hear him] Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. I'll be fine.
[Minutes later]
Sam: [To John] Look, since the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to. That's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.
Dean; No chick flick moments
Sam; Alright, jerk
Dean; b***h
Dean; Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts
Sam; who are you & what have you done with my brother?
Dean; Shut up
Dean; Do I look like Paris Hilton?
 Mrs Dimitri Belikov · Fri Apr 24, 2009 @ 04:34am · 0 Comments |
