Aτάκες από το 1ο επεισόδιο του 2013 :
Dean : Dammit, Cas. How many times I gotta tell you, it’s just creepy.
Dean : You saw nothing.
Cas : That’s his serious face, yes.
Dean: Who did you expect?
Sam: Long drive.
Dean: Well, I wouldn’t have had to make it if you hadn’t have hung up on me.
Sam: Yeah, well, I heard all I needed to hear.
Dean: No, you heard what you wanted to hear. I told you Benny wasn’t killing. Hell, I watched him end the fangbanger that was.
Sam: How about Martin? How did he end that?
Dean: Stupid – just like I said it would. Crazy son of a bitch didn’t give Benny a choice. It was self-defense.
Sam: Seriously, Dean? That’s the story you’re going with? That the vampire was the real victim here?
Dean: Hey, like it or not, that’s the truth, okay? There was a time when that actually meant something.
Sam: Yeah, yeah. No kidding.
Dean: What does that mean?
Sam: You think this is just about Benny?
Dean: What the hell are you talking about?
Sam: What the hell do you think I’m talking about?
Dean: Amelia? Oh, come on, man. I sent you that text ’cause I needed you to – to –
Sam: You needed me to what? To tear ass to Texas? To be afraid that what happened to Jessica, what happened to… everybody that we care about might have happened to her?
Dean: You were gonna kill Benny. What was I supposed to do?
Sam: Is that what we are? You save a vampire by making me believe that the woman I love might be dead?
Dean: What do you want to hear, Sam? That I was wrong? Fine. I was wrong. Okay? But if you’d have just heard me out, if you’d have trusted me, all of this could have been avoided.
Sam: You didn’t want me to trust you. You wanted me to trust Benny, and I can’t do that.
Dean: Right. Okay, well, then, what the hell do we do now?
Sam: That depends. It depends on you. On whether or not you’re done with him.
Dean: Well, honestly, I don’t know.
Dean: Well, you, me, and a demon knife ain’t gonna cut it.
Castiel: Okay. I’ll get Sam.
Dean: No. We don’t need Sam.
Castiel: But you just said –
Dean: Look, if Sam wanted in, he’d be here, okay? I got a better idea.
Castiel: I got what we need.
Dean: [turning] Well, it’s about time.
Dean: What’s he doing here?
Sam: Don’t worry, Dean. Once we save Alfie, I’m out.
Dean: Oh, once «we» save Alfie. Don’t hurt yourself, Sam. Cas and I can handle it.
Sam: Not according to Cas.
Dean: I told you we didn’t need him.
Castiel: We need everything, Dean. And I need both of you, as you say, to stow your crap. Can you do that?
Amelia: I’m telling you that if you stay, against everything I believe in, I would be with you. But if you leave… don’t come back. I can’t have you with one foot in my life and one foot out there doing… whatever it is you do. That life of yours I have no idea about.
Sam: You don’t want to know about it. Believe me. It’s a big step.
Amelia: For me or you?
Sam: Both. I… need to think about this. You need to think about this. Words will never cover what you mean to me – what you’ll always mean to me, but we should…
Amelia: Think about this. Okay. How about two days from now, around 7:30? I’ll be off work then. One of us will be here, and we’ll know. Neither of us will be here… and we’ll know. Or both of us will be here… and we’ll know.
Dean: I know. Your granddaughter told me.
Benny: Dean, you did this old dog a real solid, and, uh… the way you stood up for me –
Dean: Well, shoe on the other foot, you would have done the same.
Benny: Yeah. I hate to ask for much else, but I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’re anywhere near the Catskills?
Dean: Working a case on the other side of the country. Why? What’s up?
Benny: Yeah, just hitting a little rough patch, I guess. You know, doing this whole solo thing.
Dean: Benny… one day at a time, man.
Benny: You know what? Uh… A cup of coffee sure would do me good.
Dean: All right, as soon as I’m done with this case, I’ll, uh… I’ll be there, okay?
Benny: Yeah. All right, brother. Thank you.
Dean: You know what, man? I got this. You go.
Dean: Don’t you have a girl to get back to?
Sam: Yeah. I guess I do. Um… Since when are you on the Amelia bandwagon?
Dean: I don’t know. I’m just tired of all the fighting. And, you know, maybe I’m a little bit jealous. I could never separate myself from the job like you could. Hell, maybe it’s time for at least one of us to be happy.
Sam: What, you being such a big hugger and all? She does make me happy, and she could be waiting for me if I went back. I’d be a very lucky man if she was. But now… with everything staring down at us, with all that’s left to be done… I don’t know.
Dean: Well, I do know this – whatever you decide, decide. Both feet in or both feet out. Anything in between is what gets you dead.
Sam: Yeah, I keep hearing that. I’m gonna… take a walk. Clear my head.
Benny: Dean. Thank you mightily, bud. I’m in a hard way here. How close are you?
Dean: I’m sorry, man. I, um… I’m not gonna make it.
Benny: You mean now, or…?
Dean: Listen, Benny. Everything you’ve done for me, I will never forget, but, uh… This is it.
Benny: End of the line?
Dean: End of the line.
Benny: Yeah, well, I never liked these cellphones anyway.
Dean: You, uh… You stay good, all right?
Benny: You too, Dean. And, uh… Thanks for the ride.
Dean: Yeah, man. Adios.