Supernatural gifi :D4

Ellen: I know Gordon. He's a real good hunter. Why you asking, sweetie? 
Sam: We ran into him on a job and we're kind of working with him, I guess. 
Ellen: Don't do that, Sam.
Sam: I thought you said he was a good hunter. 
Ellen: Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist.

Dean: "Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson: always take down your Christmas decorations after New Years' or you might get filleted by a hooker from god."

Dean: "Hey, you know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too, in fact, I hear they ride on silver moonbeams and shoot rainbows out of their ass!"
Sam: (feigning shock) "Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"

Hailey : You're Rangers?
Dean : That's right.
Hailey : And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean : Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts. (ohh that facial at that moment...)

Dean: Hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!

Sam is in the hotel room alone watching TV.
Sultry announcer: Next on the Skin Channel - Casa Erotica 4, a tale of two Latin beauties...
Dean comes in and Sam hurriedly switches off the TV. He tries to look nonchalant.
Sam: Hey.
Dean stares at Sam, then glances at the TV significantly, then looks back at Sam, as Sam squirms. 
Sam: What?
Dean: (Pause) Awkward....

Sam confronts Dean about holding in his feelings, blah blah blah. Dean finally responds. 
Dean: We better get out of here before the cops come.
Sam looks despairing. 
Dean: I hear you, ok? I'm being an ass. I'm sorry. But right now we've got a freaking zombie running around and we've got to figure out how to kill it. 
Sam starts laughing.
Sam: Our lives are weird, man. 

The guys discuss how to kill a zombie
Dean: We can't just waste it with a headshot? 
Sam: Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.

The guys break into Neal's house
Dean: Hello? Neal? It's your grief counselors, we've come to hug!

The guys confront Neal, who tells them they're crazy.
Dean: Your girlfriend is past her expiration date and we're crazy? 

The guys leave the cemetery after burying Angela again. 
Sam: You know, that whole fake ritual thing? Luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp!
Dean: Thanks.
Sam: But did we have to use me as bait? 
Dean: I figured you were more her type. She had pretty crappy taste in guys. 
Sam: I think she broke my hand. 
Dean: You're just too fragile!

Dean: There's going to be hunters there! I don't know if going in and announcing you're some sort of supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, ok?
Sam looks hurt: So I'm a freak now?
Dean plasters a smile on his face and pats Sam's leg: You've always been a freak.

The boys knock on Ash's door. Eventually, he answers it - stark naked. The guys look stricken and desperately try to keep their eyes as high as possible.
Sam: Ash, we need your help.
Ash: Well, hell then. I guess I need my pants.

The guys talk to Tracy about how to find Andy.
Tracy: If you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side.
Dean: Barbarian queen?
Tracy: She's riding a polar bear - it's kind of hard to miss.
Cut to the van in question, which Dean appraises.
Dean: I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude - that van is sweet!

Sam sees Andy drive by in the metallicar and calls Dean.
Sam: Dean! Andy's got the Impala!
Dean: I know! He just, sorta asked me for it, and I let him take it.
Sam: What?
Dean: He full-on Obi-Wan'd me! It's mind control, man!

Andy uses his mind mojo to get the guys into the records office.
Guard: I shouldn't have let you kids in here!
Andy: It'll all be fine. Just go get a cup of coffee. (Pause) These aren't the droids you're looking for.
Dean: Awesome!

Andy and Sam discuss their abilities.
Andy: You get these premonitions of people about to die? That's impossible.
Sam: A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do.
Andy: Death visions.
Sam: Yeah.
Andy: Dude, that sucks.

Sam: I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am.
Dean: That was mind control! That was like being roofied, man. It doesn't count.
Sam: What?
Dean: No. I'm calling do-overs.
Sam: What are you, seven?

Dean: Bit**.

Sam: What are you calling me a bit** for?!

Dean: You're supposed to say jerk.

Sam: What?

Dean: Nevermind.

GUARD: All righty. You guys need anything else?
SAM: Oh, no, no, we'll be, uh, we'll be in and out before you know it, just a routine check.
GUARD: Okie-dokie.
DEAN: I like him. He says "Okie-dokie."

Dean: Are you sure about this?
Sam: Pretty sure.
Dean: Yeah, well, considering the circumstances I'd like a little better then pretty sure.
Sam: Okay, really pretty sure.

Dean: (to Tiny) I wanted to ask you, because I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun, just curious: is that, like, a thyroid problem, or is it some deep-seated self-esteem issue? 'Cause, you know. They're just donuts. Not love.

Randall: Why you inside, kid?
Sam: Cause I got an idiot for a brother.
Randall: That'll do it.

Dean: Don't worry, Sam. I promise I won't trade you for smokes.

Sam: You heard it on the yard?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: Dean, does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?
Dean: No, not really.

Hendrickson: You think you're funny?
Dean: I think I'm adorable.

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