
Sam: Dude, what’s up with the shorts?
Dean: It’s a free bunker.
Dean: “Where’s the beer?”
Sam: “Under the smoothies.”
Dean: “Where’s the rest of the beer?”
Sam: “Even Swayze wouldn’t come to this roadhouse.”
Dean: “First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain. Ever.”
Dean: “Time heals all wounds, Sam. Especially good times.”
Dean: “I’m sorry, have you met us? We’re batting a whopping zero in domestic life, man. Goose eggs.”
Dean: “How many opportunities has God had to crack this piñata, and I don’t see any candy on the floor.”
Sam: “Goodnight, jerk.”
Dean: “Goodnight, bitch.”
Sam: “So what, we’re looking at a werewolf/vampire hybrid?”
Dean: “Say it with me: a werepire.”
Sam: “No.”
Dean: “Come on.”
Sam: “I’m not saying that.”
Castiel: “I’m mostly confused. I’m not sure how orange correlates with black in a way that’s new.”
Dean: “Hey Cas, tell me you’ve got something that doesn’t involve chicks in prison.”
Sam: “I bet you never thought you’d say that out loud.”
Dean: “Let’s go home.”
Sam: “You know what? We are home.”
