Still More Words Their Mouths Shall Never Form

[tigriswolf]

I disclaim all the ones I did not think up.

prepilot
Dean: I woke up this morning hating the world.
Sam: That’s not good.
Dean: I hated every single thing on the face of the planet.
Sam: Wow. But you’re over it now, right?
Dean: Oh, sure. I’m completely back to my old self. I don’t hate anything, I just think everything is stupid.

prepilot
John: DEAN!
Dean(walks in the room): Present.
John: DID YOU DO THIS?!!
Dean: Hmm… let’s see… callous disrespect for personal property… utter destruction on a scale incomprehensible to the civilized mind… and gun powder everywhere. Nope.

Sam and Dean are flipping channels
Dean: I’ve never known anyone who was stranded on an island, or had ten beautiful women throwing themselves at him—
Sam: Not even you?
Dean: Shut up, Sammy, I’m ranting—or was forced to eat a bucket of worms. Why do they call them reality shows?

prepilot
Sam: One of the things that really ticks me off is the fact that I never get everything I want.
Dean: Yeah, well, in case you haven’t heard, everything isn’t about you.
Sam: Yeah, that’s the other thing.

prepilot
LilDean: Let’s train in hand-to-hand combat.
LilSam: No, I’m reading.
LilDean: Sam, a quitter never wins.
LilSam: But a nonstarter never quits.

prepilot
LilSam: Why should I bother cleaning my half of the room? It’s just going to get dirty again!
LilDean: Why should I bother feeding you? You’re just going to get hungry again!
LilSam(muttering): There’s a really good comeback for that, but I can’t think on an empty stomach.

Dean: Have you heard about the lobster rebellion?
Sam: Dean…
Dean: No, really. They’re planning it with the crawfish. It’s gonna get nasty.
Sam: You really should be writing books.
Dean: Nah. I’d rather be out here.
Sam: Out here?
Dean: Yeah. Huntin’ evil with you.
(Silence)
Sam: Lobsters?
Dean: Yep.

John: Mary!
Dean: Mom!
Sam: Ghost! Blast her!
John: No—Mary!
Dean: Mo—are those snakes?
Mary: No—I just got a new hairdo in Heaven!
Sam: Blast her, Dad! She’s a gorgon!
John: Mary?
Dean: Dad, get out of the way!
John: Mary? What—
Mary: Men are such idiots!
Sam: (shoots her to pieces)

prepilot
LilSam: Dean, I want a pony.
LilDean: I want world peace, a Bowie knife, and every Black Sabbath tape.
LilSam: Is that a ‘no’?
LilDean: That’s a ‘maybe’.
LilSam: Okay.

Dean: My name is Dean. I’m big and strong and hot. Occasionally, I do some things that I should not.

Dean(whining): I’m bored.
Sam: Read a book.
Dean: Don’t wanna.
Sam: Not my problem.
Dean: C’mon… you’re my little brother. Entertain me.
Sam: No.
Dean: Yes.
Sam: No.
Dean: Why not?
Sam: ‘Cause I’m reading.
Dean: So?
Sam: Leave me alone.
Dean: No.
Sam: Leave. Me. Alone.
Dean: Hmm… let me think about that. No.
Sam: Dean!
Dean: Sam!
Sam: Argh!
Dean: (laughs)

CD to Sam:Oh come now, Sam. Why so melancholy? A glorious future lies before you - you, the destined hero, of a charming fairy tale come true. Behold - the castle of your dreams. And in yonder top most tower, dreaming of her true love, the lady Jessica. But see the gracious whim of fate - why, 'tis the self-same peasant maid, who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed, most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by, but a a hundred years to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part, and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! To wake his love with "loves' first kiss"! And prove that "true love" conquers all! AHAHAHAHAHA!

John about the CD: He doesn't know anything about love, or kindness, or the joy of helping others. You know, sometimes I really don't think he's very happy.

John(Dean cries at Sam's and Jessica's wedding): What's the matter, Dean?
Dean: I... I just love happy endings.
John: Me too, dear. Me too.

John to Dean when he drops a dagger: You clumsy little fool!

Dean: A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true.

John: Well, Dean, I see no reason why you can't go to the party... if you get all your work done...
Dean: Oh, I will.
John: And, if you can find something suitable to wear.
Dean:: I'm sure I can. Oh, thank you, Father.
[he exits]
Sam: Dad, do you realize what you've just said?
John: Of course. I said, "IF."

John(singing): Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Put them together, and what have you got? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. It will do magic, believe it or not, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Now, "Salagadoola" means, "A-Menchika-boola-roo," but the the thingamabob, that does the job, is "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo."

Sam: All I want is a normal life.
John: My darling boy, when are you going to understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage!
Sam: Well, it's what I want.

Dean's letter to Sam: Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but, there is no man, Sam. Only that moon.

Dean: Since when is being a slut a crime in this family?

Sam to Dean: Of course you're going to see me again. We'll grow old together. It's going to be you and me living in a big house... these two old men with all these guns. I bet we even die on the same day.

Sam: It was the curse, wasn't it? She died because I loved her so much.

Dean: Curses only have power when you believe them. And I don't.

Dean: I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to defend it. Right or wrong, I'm going to defend it.

Dean: Incredible! One of the worst performances of my career and they never doubted it for a second.

Sam: Why'd you kick me?
Dean: Where's your brain?
Sam: Why'd you kick me?
Dean: Where's your brain?
Sam: Why'd you kick me?
Dean: Where's your brain?
Sam: I asked you first.

Dean's in a fancy restaurant wearing his leather jacket and jeans. He's bluffing his way in.
Maitre D': [grabs Dean on the shoulder while he grabs the phone in the restaurant] All right, I've had enough of this.
Dean:You touch me, I yell rat!

drugged PiP to Dean: You wear too much eye makeup. My sister wears too much. People think she's a whore.

School counselor trying to get Dean to open up: Between grief and nothing... I'll take grief.
Dean: Great.

Secretary to principal about Dean: Oh, he's very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.

Sam: Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism's in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, "I don't believe in The Beatles, I just believe in me." Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus but it still wouldn't change the fact that I don't own a car!

Dean's friend: The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than a hundred were made. My father spent three years restoring this car. It is his love, it is his passion.
Dean: It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.

Sam: Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive.

Dean: Sucking all the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

Dean: There is a time for daring and a time for caution, and a wise man knows which is called for.

Dean: For the first time in my life, I know what I want to do! And for the first time, I'm going to DO IT! Whether my father wants me to or not! Carpe diem!

John: We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you.

English teacher: Why do we need language?
Sam: To communicate...
ET: Nooo! To woo women!

Dean: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.

PiP:Is this how you want to be remembered?
Dean: I don't want to be remembered at all. That means I'm dead.

Sam: There are two types of tragedies in life. One is not getting what you want, the other is getting it.

Pastor Jim to Sam: Go west, young man, haven't you been told? California's full of women, whiskey, and gold.

Dean: I should have been a cowboy. I should have learned to rope and ride.

AU for "Devil's Trap"
CD to Sam when he can't move the gun: I would tell you to go to hell, but I think you're already there.

Dean: They say, "Evil prevails when good men fail to act." What they ought to say is, "Evil prevails."

Officer: We're with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.
Dean: Let me guess... this isn't about the alcohol or tobacco.

John: Now many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three, I was married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red. My father fell in love with her, and soon they, too, were wed. This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life, my daughter was my mother, cause she was my father's wife. To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy, I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad, and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad. For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my stepmother. Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run, and he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue, because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too. Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild, and everytime I think of it, it nearly drives me wild, for now I have become the strangest case you ever saw: as husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!

John: Well, when I was a kid I'd take a trip every summer down the Mississippi to visit my granny in her antebellum world. I'd run barefooted all day long, climbin' trees free as a song, and one day I happened to catch myself a squirrel. Well, I stuffed him down in an old shoe box, punched a couple of holes in the top and when Sunday came I snuck him into Church. I was sittin' way back in the very last pew showin' him to my good buddy Hugh when that squirrel got loose and went totally berserk. Well, what happened next is hard to tell; some thought it was heaven others thought it was hell, but the fact that something was among us was plain to see. As the choir sang "I Surrender All" the squirrel ran up Harv Newlan's coveralls. Harv leaped to his feet and said, "Somethin's got a hold on me, yeow!" Well, Harv hit the aisles dancin' and screamin'. Some thought he had religion, others thought he had a demon, and Harv thought he had a weed eater loose in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms. He fell to his knees to plead and beg and the squirrel ran out of his britches leg unobserved to the other side of the room, all the way down to the amen pew where sat Sister Bertha better-than-you who'd been watchin' all the commotion with sadistic glee. But you should've seen the look in her eyes when that squirrel jumped her garters and crossed her thighs. She jumped to her feet and said "Lord have mercy on me" as the squirrel made laps inside her dress. She began to cry and then to confess to sins that would make a sailor blush with shame. She told of gossip and church dissension but the thing that got the most attention was when she talked about her love life and then she started naming names! Well seven deacons and the pastor got saved, twenty-five thousand dollars was raised and fifty volunteered for missions in the Congo on the spot. Even without an invitation, there were at least five hundred rededications, and we all got baptized whether we needed it or not. Now you've heard the bible story, I guess, how He parted the waters for Moses to pass. Oh the miracles God has wrought in this old world--but the one I'll remember 'til my dyin' day is how He put that Church back on the narrow way with a half crazed Mississippi squirrel.

CD: Yeeeeeees, hurry home, boy. We wouldn't want to miss old Daddy's celebration, now, would we? Huh! Celebration indeed. Bah! In *my* day, we had fantastical feasts when I lived in that house. And now, look at me - wasted away to practically nothing - banished and exiled and practically starving, while he and his celebrate. Well, I'll give 'em something to celebrate soon enough. Flotsam! Jetsam! I want you to keep an extra close watch on this pretty little son of his. He may be the key to John's undoing...

Dean: Jeez, man, I'm surrounded by amateurs. You want something done, you've got to do it yourself.

Dean: Like I always say, Dad, "children have got to be free to lead their own lives."
John: *You* always say that, Dean?
Dean: [nervous] Tee-hee.
John: Well... I guess there's one problem left.
Dean: And what's that, Dad?
John: How much I'm going to miss him.

Dean: Hunting life consists of routine, and then more routine.

Dean to John: It's my life. Don't you understand? IT'S MY LIFE!

Lawyer: And that also is very convenient, isn't it, Mr. Winchester?
Dean: Since I am innocent of this crime, I find it decidedly INCONVENIENT that the gun was never found.

Sam to Dean: Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

John and Dean are trapped somewhere, and have been for a good long while.
Dean: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
John: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here
Dean: Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.
John: Forget?
Dean: Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone, and that there's something inside that they can't get to ,and that they can't touch. It's yours.
John: What're you talking about?
Dean: Hope.

Dean: Remember, Sam, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.

A man Dean hustled and his friends are mighty pissed.
Drunken Asshole: Now, I'm gonna open my fly and you're gonna swallow what I give ya to swallow. And when you swallow mine you're gonna swallow Rooster's cause ya done broke his nose and I think he oughta have something to show for it.
Dean: Anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose.
DA: Naw, you don't understand. You do that and I'll put all eight inches of steel in your ear.
Dean: All right. But you should know that sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to bite down hard. In fact, I hear the bite reflex is so strong they have to pry the victim's jaws open with a crowbar.
DA: Where do you get this shit?
Dean: I read it. You know how to read, you ignorant fuck?

Dean: Dad, I do believe you're talking out of your ass.

John: I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my boy.

Dean: I enjoy taking indefensible positions and creating an argument for them.

Dean to John: You get one life, and whatever you do with it, and whatever is done to you, you've got to face that. You can't pretend it didn't happen.

Sam to Dean: I'm the only person who really cares about you... You know, I think I'm the only person who sees how incredible you really are.

Dean: Man cannot live freely without embracing suicide and crime.
Sam: A pact made with relentless fire that says, while some live, others must die.

Dean to Sam: Look it's not just about sex, okay? I really respect you as a person.

Sam to Dean: You were going to sit here and watch me kill myself.

Dean: We have to pay for what we did.

Dean: Oh man. Well, we all gotta die, right? I'm the guy who gets to do it saving the world.

Sam: God, I hate knowing everything.

Sam: Do you think its possible that there's someone doing this very same thing at this very same time?
Dean: I hope so. Otherwise, what the hell are we trying to save?

Sam: Dean, this is illegal, man.
Dean: I'm temporarily insane, Sam, it's all right.

Sam to Dean: Well, I lied to you, too... when I said I didn't want to be like you, because I am like you. Everything good in me I have from you.

F.B.I. Agent: Sir, we have a national security matter.
Dean: Good for you.

Sam to Dean: I understand that you are handicapped by a natural immaturity, and I forgive you.

John to Sam: You cannot leave everything to Fate, boy. She's got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand.

Dean: Some people read because they cannot think for themselves.

John, while drunk, to Dean: I thought I was looking at your mother.

Dean: Those were mom's!
Sam: Yes... and she's dead.

Dean: Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?
Sam: As a matter of fact, I do.
Dean: Well then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do finally find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears, or she does, but you're too distracted to notice?
Sam: You learn to pay attention.
Dean: Then let's say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you're supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?

Mary to Dean: Darling, nothing is final 'til you're dead, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates.

Sam: How do you do it?
Dean: What?
Sam: Live each day with this kind of passion. Don't you find it exhausting?
Dean: Only when I am around you. Why do you like to irritate me so?
Sam: Why do you rise to the occasion?

Dean: I learned the truth at seventeen, that love was meant for beauty queens and high school girls with clear-skinned smiles who married young and then retired. The valentines I never knew, the Friday night charades of youth were spent on one more beautiful. At seventeen I learned the truth. And those of us with ravaged faces lacking in the social graces desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone who called to say come dance with me and murmured vague obscenities. It isn't all it seems at seventeen. A brown eyed girl in hand me downs whose name I never could pronounce said, "Pity please the ones who serve. They only get what they deserve." The rich relationed hometown queen married into what she needs, a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly. Remember those who win the game, lose the love they sought to gain indebentures of quality and dubious integrity. Their small town eyes will gape at you in dull surprise when payment due exceeds accounts received at seventeen. To those of us who know the pain of valentines that never came, and those whose names were never called when choosing sides for basketball, it was long ago and far away, the world was younger than today--and dreams were all they gave for free to ugly duckling boys like me. We all play the game and when we dare to cheat ourselves at solitaire, inventing lovers on the phone, repenting other lives unknown that call and say, come dance with me and murmur vague obscenities at ugly boys like me at seventeen.

Sam is tracing Dean's face with his finger
Dean: What are you doing? Memorizing me by heart?
Sam: No... I already know you by heart.

Sam: Without the journal, we're dead. If we try to leave, we're dead. If we stay here...
Dean [imitating Sam]: We're dead! We're dead, we're dead, we're dead!

John: You give up a few things, chasing a shadow.
Dean: Was it worth it?
John: I'm hoping it is, Dean. I most surely am.

John: Now, you listen to me, Sam. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.

Dean: Sam, I don't wanna lose you.
Sam: Dean, you won't. I'll make you proud.

Sam: Are you saying this because it's the right thing, or because *you* really wanna go?
Dean: I really, really, really, *really* want to go. And it's the right thing.

AU where Sam hasn't learned CD is the bad guy yet
CD: Didn't your pap ever teach you to pick your fights a bit more carefully? [Sam looks away] Your father not the teachin' sort?
Sam: No. He was more the "taking off and never coming back" sort.

Dean: Dad, you gave up...?
John: Just a lifelong obsession, Dean. I'll get over it.

Dean: Be careful, Sam. You're treading on my dreams.

Dean about Sam: I'm not feeling! He is the one who's feeling!

Sam: Always practicing, Dean. Maybe that's why you're the best.
Dean: Maybe I'm just better.

Sam: Hey. He, he, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the motherfucking cab. Shit. I think he's dead.
Dean: Good guess.
Sam: You killed him?
Dean: No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him.

Dean: Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.
Sam: I Ching? What are you talking about, man? You threw a man out of a window.
Dean: I didn't throw him. He *fell*
Sam: Well what did he do to you?
Dean: What?
Sam: What did he do to *you*?
Dean: Nothing. I only met him tonight.
Sam: You just met him once and you killed him like that?
Dean: What? I should only kill people after I get to know them?

Dean: There's no good reason, there's no bad reason to live or to die.
Sam: Then what are you?
Dean: I'm indifferent.

Dean to Sam when pulled over by police: Don't get me cornered. You don't have the trunk space.

Same scene as above
Dean to Sam when two policemen have them pulled over: If you open that trunk, they go inside.

Dean: Sam, six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy.
Sam: Well, who was he?
Dean: What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda?
Sam: Yes, I know Rwanda.
Dean: Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Sam?
Sam: What?
Dean: Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit.
Sam: Man, I don't know any Rwandans.
Dean: You don't know the guy in the trunk, either.

Dean to Sam: You attract attention, you're going to get people killed who didn't need to be.

Sam and a friend are talking about parents at Stanford
Sam: They project onto you their flaws, what they don't like about themselves. I had a father like that.
friend: Mothers are worse.
Sam: Wouldn't know. My mother died before I remember her.
friend: What about your father?
Sam: Hated everything I did. Got drunk, beat me up. In and out of foster homes, that kinda thing.
friend: And then?
Sam: I killed him. I was twelve. [pauses, then laughs] I'm kidding. He died of liver disease.
friend: Well, I'm sorry.
Sam: No, you're not.

John to Sam: Take comfort in knowing you never had a choice.

Dean: Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!

John: Little things used to mean so much to Mary--I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial.

Dean: Ya know, my daddy used to say every man's got a devil. And you can't rest 'til you find him... but if it's any consolation to you, you have put a smile on my face.

CD to Sam: Go ahead and shoot, Pyschic Boy. You've got me dead bang.

Dean(gazing at falling-snow crystal ball containing a mini-cemetery): Dad gave me this. Fifth birthday. He said, "Childhood's over the moment you know you're gonna die."

Cop: Police! Don't move! I said, "Don't move!"
Dean: I though the police always said, "Freeze!"
Cop: Well, I am the police, and I say, "Don't move!" Snow White. You move, you're dead.
Dean: And I say, "I'm dead," and I move.

bad guy: Please, I'm beggin' you. Don't kill me.
Dean: I'm not going to kill you. Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them, tonight. And tell them Dean Winchester sends his regards.

John to CD: Oh for fuck's sake, die would ya?

Dean: You know, Lake Erie actually caught on fire once from all the crap floating around in it. I wish I could've seen that.

bad guy: Jesus Christ!
Dean: Jesus Christ? Stop me if you heard this one: Jesus Christ walks into a hotel. [bad guy shoots him] Ow! He hands the innkeeper three nails, and he asks... [bad guy shoots him again]
bad guy: Don't you ever fuckin' die?
Dean: Can you put me up for the night?

Sam: A whole jolly club with jolly pirate nicknames!

John to Dean: Remember, son, there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered but legends never die. Follow your heart, Dean, and you'll never go wrong.

Dean to Sam: Let me tell you something, Sam: everybody gets one chance to do something great. Most people never take the chance, either because they're too scared, or they don't recognize it when it spits on their shoes.

Dean: Hey, Sam, you wanna s'more?
Sam: I haven't had anything.
Dean: No, do you wanna s'more!
Sam: I haven't had anything yet, so how can I have some more of nothing?
Dean: You're killing me, Sam!

Dean: Baseball was life! And I was good at it... real good.

Dean: Man, you think too much! I bet you get straight A's and shit!
Sam: No, I got a B once. Well, actually it was an A minus but it should have been a B.
Dean: Man, this is baseball, you gotta stop thinking! Just have fun. If you were having fun, you would have caught that ball!

Dean to Sam: I am out here for you. You don't know what it's like to be ME out here for YOU. It is an up-at-dawn, pride-swallowing siege that I will never fully tell you about, okay?

Dean to Sam: Don't cry at the beginning of a date. Cry at the end, like I do.

Dean: Look at me, Sam. I'm the oldest 26-year-old in the world.

AU
Andrea: On the surface, everything seems fine. I've got this great guy. And he loves my kid. And he sure does like me a lot. And I can't live like that. It's not the way I'm built.

Sam to Dean: You are hanging on by a very thin thread and I dig that about you!

ex-PiP's dad: You fuck this up, I'll kill you!
Dean: I'm glad we had this talk.

Dean to Sam: Everybody loves you. Pisses me off.

Dean: I'm incapable of small talk.

Dean: Have you ever gotten the feeling that you aren't completely embarassed yet, but you glimpse tomorrow's embarrassment?

Sam: Jump in my nightmare, the water's warm!

John: Do you want this jacket? I don't need it. I'm cloaked in failure!

Dean: This is going to change everything.
Sam: Promise?

Sam to Dean: I won't let you get rid of me.

Dean: I love you. You... complete me.
Sam: Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at "hello."

Sam: Thanks for coming.
Dean: I missed ya. What can I say? You're all I've got.

CD to John after possesing him: You know, that was the hardest part about having to portray you, grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes.

Sam: We just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now lets see what chance it has.

Dean: Relax, Sam, it's much worse than you think.

John: I understand you're very upset.
Dean: Dad, you've never seen me very upset.

Dean to Sam: You want to shake hands with the devil, that's fine with me. I just want to make sure that you do it in hell!

Sam to Dean: Try sleight of hand with me and I'll cut your throat.

Dean: Now I've seen a lot of bullshit... angel dust, switchblades, sexually perverse photography involving tennis rackets...

Sam: Chaos was what killed the dinosaurs, darling

Sam: Dear Diary, Dean told me he teaches people "real life." He said, real life sucks losers dry. You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. I said, so, you teach people how to spread their wings and fly? He said, yes. I said, you're beautiful.

Dean: They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I'm worshiped at Westerburg and I'm only a junior.

Sam: This may seem like a really stupid question...
Dean: There *are* no stupid questions.
Sam: You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they're going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?
Dean: That's the stupidest question I've ever heard.

Dean: The extreme always seems to make an impression.

Dean: Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count.

Dean: Sam, you look like hell.
Sam: Yeah? I just got back.

Sam: If there is a greater power, why is it he can't get you a new jacket?
Dean: Because he's too busy looking for your brain.

AU for "Faith"
Dean: You know what I figured out today?
Sam: What?
Dean: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel.

pre-pilot
Dean: I might kiss you.
Sam: I might be bad at it.
Dean: That's not possible.

pre-pilot
Jessica: You have to promise you won't fall in love with me.
Sam: That's not a problem.

Sam: Are you trying to seduce me?
Jessica: Why? Are you seducible?

Sam to Dean: Your act only works on an audience.

John: Do you remember when you were about five or six and you said you hated gravity? And you wanted to jump off the roof and fly?
Sam: I was so angry at you for making me come down.
John: Son, if I kept you too close it's because I wanted to keep you longer. You know, when I lost your mother, I was afraid that my heart would never open again. Sam, I couldn't look at you for days.

John: What are you?
CD: I'm complicated.

CD: You're alive.
Dean: It's possible I can't die. Same could be said of you. Let's put it to the test.

John: If you can't do it with one bullet, don't do it at all.

Dean: Heh. That was naughty.
Sam: Thanks.
Dean: Eyes open, boy. I can't protect you all the time.

Sam(rushing towards Dean as rocks fall toward him): Look out! (they both fall over) Eyes open, boy. I can't protect you all the time!

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[creeno.livejournal.com]

While you do need a life, you get extra extra win points for all the Ferris Bueller quotes.

*dork*

[tigriswolf]

*giggles*

Looking back... some of these actually might be said.