Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του 12×14 με τίτλο The Raid
Dean: You were running an errand for the Brits? You kept it from us. Cas almost died.
Sam: A hunter got killed.
Mary: You think I don’t know? I’m the one who burned his body, I’m the one who told his wife. I watch him die every night.
Mary: I’m doing this for you. I’m playing three decades of catch-up here.
Dean: And we’re not? How do you think this has been for us? We’re your sons, and you’ve been gone. Our whole lives, you’ve been gone! You said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space. So we gave you your space. But you didn’t need just space. No, you needed space from us.
Mary: That’s not true. Dean, I’m trying-
Dean: How about for once you just try and be a mom.
Mary: I am your mother. But I am not just a mom, and you are not a child.
Dean: I never was. So, between us and them-
Mary: It’s not like that.
Dean: Yeah, Mary, it is. And you made your choice. So there’s the door.
Dean: You know what? Screw it. I need a drink. No I need drinks, plural.
Dean: And this whole peacemaker shtick that you’ve been running, first with Cas, now with Mom… It’s getting old, man.
Sam: What is that supposed to mean?
Dean: You’re always playing the middle, Sam. For once, why don’t you pick a side?
Mr. Ketch: As I’ve said many, many, so many times, we don’t need [Sam and Dean]. We already have the best Winchester.
Dean: You find us a case, cuz I need to hit something now.
Dean: I need a drink. No, I need drinks, plural.
Dean: This whole peacemaker schtick that you’ve been running, first with Cas now with mom, it’s getting old, man. You’re always playing the middle, Sam. For once, why don’t you pick a side?
Mr. Ketch: Yes, Toni. No one predicted she would go rogue No one but me. I had a sneak peek at what a neurotic, overreaching time bomb she was. We used to date.
Mr. Ketch: The Men of Letters is an excellent fit for someone with our inclinations. You’re a killer, Dean Winchester, and so am I. And if we go too long without something to track or trap or punch or gut, well, things get a bit ugly, don’t they? The Men of Letters keep me busy. They point me in a direction and ‘bang’ off to the races. It’s not a bad life.
Dean: Two against ten. I like those odds.
Sam: Who said I was here to save all of us? My family and I, we kill vamps when they get out of line, and you let us.
Alpha Vampire: I have many children, Sam. What’s one, two here or there?
Sam: Exactly. So, let my Mom and me go. We’ll walk away, go back to the way things were. The way things are supposed to be. Hunters and vampires. Cops and robbers. A fair fight.
Dean: When I thought something might have happened to you, nothing else mattered.
Dean: Mom, you were… It’s not your job to make my lunch or kiss me goodnight. We’re adults. You’re gonna make your own choices, even if I don’t like them. Even if I really, really don’t like them. It’s just something I’m gonna have to get used to. Okay, Mom?
Mick: And your brother?
Sam: Give me some time.