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Επεισόδιο 1×01 :
|Dean: Whoa, easy, tiger.
Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs)
Sam: (breathing heavily) You scared the crap out of me.
Dean: That’s because you’re out of practice.
(Sam retaliates, pinning Dean down)
Dean: (laughs) Or not. Get off me.
|Sam: What the hell are you doing here?
Dean: I was looking for a beer.
Sam: …What the hell are you doing here?
Dean: Okay, alright. We gotta talk.
Sam: Um…the phone?
Dean: If I had called, would you have picked up?
|(Jess in a tight blue Smurf shirt and short white panties)
Dean: I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother’s league.
Jess: Just let me put something on.
Dean: No, no, no, I wouldn’t dream of it… seriously.
|Sam: No. No, whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her.
Dean: Okay… um… Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.
Sam: So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.
Dean: Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.
Sam: …Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.
|Sam: I mean, come on, you can’t just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.
Dean: You’re not hearing me, Sammy. Dad’s missing. I need you to help me find him.
|Sam: I swore I was done hunting for good.
Dean: Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.
Sam: Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.
Dean: Well, what was he supposed to do?
Sam: I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, “Don’t be afraid of the dark.”
Dean: Don’t be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!
|Sam: Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?
Dean: I’m twenty-six, dude.
|Dean: So what are you gonna do? Just live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?
Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.
Dean: And that’s why you ran away? (sounds disgusted)
Sam: I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone, and that’s what I’m doing.
|Dean: I can’t do this alone.
Sam: Yes, you can.
Dean: (looks down and away) Well, I don’t want to.
Επεισόδιο 1×02 :
|Ranger Wilkinson: You boys aren’t planning to go out near Black Water Ridge by any chance?
Sam: Oh, no sir. We’re Environmental Study Majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.
Dean: Recycle, man.
Ranger Wilkinson: Bull.
|Sam: So, Black Water Ridge is pretty remote. It’s cut off by these canyons, here. The rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.
Dean: Dude, check out the size of this friggin’ bear.
Sam: And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It’s no nature hike, that’s for sure.
|Dean: You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on in that freaky head of yours?
Dean: No, you’re not fine, you’re like a powder keg, man, it’s not like you. I’m supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?
|Dean: This is why. (holds up their dad’s journal) This book. This is Dad’s single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he’s passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off, you know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.
Sam: That makes no sense. Why, why doesn’t he just call us? Why doesn’t he tell us what he wants; tell us where he is?
Dean: I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad’s given us a job to do and I intend to do it.
Sam: Dean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer. It’s the only thing I can think about.
Dean: Ok, alright, Sam, we’ll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You’ve gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul, it’s gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.
Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean: Well, for one… them. (looks over at Hailey and her brother) I mean, I figure our family’s so screwed to hell; maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little more bearable. I’ll tell you what else helps: Killing as many evil sons of b*tches as I possibly can.
|Haley: How do you know about this stuff?
Dean: It kinda runs in the family.
|Dean: (to the Wendigo) Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that’s right, bring it on baby, I taste gooood!|
|Dean: (to the Wendigo) Hey! Hey, you want some white meat, b*tch!? I’m right here!|
|Haley: I don’t know how to thank you. (Dean gives her “the look”) Must you cheapen the moment?
|(Dean has been taken by the Wendigo; Sam finds a trail of peanut M&M’s on the ground)Sam:(laughs) It’s better than bread crumbs.|
|Sam: I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer. It’s the only thing I can think about. Dean:Ok, all right, Sam. We’ll find them, I promise. Listen to me, you’ve gotta prepare yourself. I mean this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul, it’s gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.|
|Dean: You know we’re going to find him, right?
Sam: Yeah. But, in the meantime, I’m driving.
Επεισόδιο 1×03 :
|Dean: You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. (Points to the waitress in short shorts)That’s fun.|
|Andrea: (Looking at Dean) Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.|
|Sam: “Kids are the best”? You don’t even like kids.
Dean: I love kids.
Sam: Name three children that you even know. (Dean thinks and Sam begins to walk away. Dean scratches his head)
Dean: I’m thinking!
|Dean: So crayons is more your thing? That’s cool. Chicks dig artists. Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while? I’m not so bad myself. You know, I think you can hear me, you just don’t want to talk. I don’t know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something… anyway… well, maybe you don’t think anyone will listen to you, or uh… or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don’t even have to say anything, you could draw me a picture about what you saw that day with your dad on the lake.
Lucas: (continues drawing)
Dean: Okay, no problem. This is for you (Hands Lucas the picture he drew) This is my family. (Points to the people he drew) That’s my dad. That’s my mom. That’s my geek brother, and that’s me. Alright, so I’m a sucky artist. I’ll see you around, Lucas.
|Dean: (to Lucas) You’re scared. It’s okay, I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn’t feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom – I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe… your dad wants you to be brave, too.|
|Dean: Oh, college boy thinks he’s so smart. (Sam laughs)
Sam: You know, um… what you said about mom …you never told me that before.
Dean: It’s no big deal… Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?
|[Dean puts a box of sandwiches in the car.]
Dean: Alright, if you’re gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time.
Lucas: Zeppelin rules!
Dean: That’s right. Up high. (Holds his hand up for a high five) You take care of your mom, okay?
|Dean: You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That’s what the hell we’re talking about. And now you’ve got one seriously pissed off spirit.
Sam: It’s gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It’s gonna drown them and it’s gonna drag their body god knows where. So you can feel the same pain Peter’s mom felt. And then after, it’s gonna take you, and it’s not going to stop until it does.
Sheriff Devins: Yeah, and how do you know that?
Sam: Because that’s exactly what it did to Bill Carlton.
Sheriff Devins: Listen to yourselves, both of you. You’re insane.
Dean: I don’t really give a rat’s ass what you think of us
|Sam: People don’t just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.|
|Sam: (referring to Lucas’ picture) See this church? I bet there is less than a thousand of those around here.
Dean: (sarcastically) Oh, college boy thinks he’s so smart
|Dean: (to Sam) Oh god, we’re not going to have to hug or anything, are we?|
|Dean: I just don’t want to leave this town until I know that the kid is okay.
Sam: Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?
|Sheriff Devins: Or we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton’s disappearance. Or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don’t ever darken my doorstep again.
Sam: Door #2 sounds good.
Sheriff Devins: That’s the one I’d pick.
|Andrea:(to Sam) Tell your friend this whole “Jerry McGuire” thing’s not gonna work on me.|
Επεισόδιο 1×04 :
|Dean: Did you get any sleep last night?
Sam: Yeah, I got a couple of hours.
Dean: Liar. See, I was up at 3 and you were watching George Foreman infomercials.
Sam: What can I say? It’s riveting TV!
Dean: When’s the last time you got a good night sleep?
Sam: I don’t know. A little while, I guess. It’s not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah it is!
Sam: Look, I appreciate your concern…
Dean: Oh, I’m not concerned about you. It’s your job to keep my ass alive! So I need you sharp. Seriously, you still having nightmares about Jess?
|Sam: So what, all of this never keeps you up at night? (Dean shakes his head) Never. You’re never afraid? (Dean shakes his head again)
Dean: No, not really. (Sam reaches under his pillow and pulls out a knife) That’s not fear. That is precaution.
Sam: Ah, whatever. I’m too tired to argue.
|Sam: Yeah, I know what an EMF Meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up walkman?
Dean: (proudly) Cause that’s what I made it out of. It’s homemade.
Sam: (sarcastically) Yeah, I can see that.(Dean looks hurt)
|Amanda: This is Amanda Walker.
Dean: Miss Walker. Hi! This is Dr. James Hetfield from St Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here.
Amanda: My Karen?
Dean: It’s nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so–
Amanda: Wait, wait, that is impossible. I just got off the phone with her.
Dean: You what?
|Sam: Alright it’s time for plan B. We’re getting on that plane.
Dean: Wha… what? Hang on a second—
Sam: Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we’re right, that plane is gonna crash.
Dean: I know.
Sam: Well, okay. We need to get on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. Look, I’ll get the tickets and you just go get whatever you can from the trunk, whatever will get past security, and meet me back here in five minutes. (Dean looks shocked) You okay?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: What? What’s wrong?
Dean: Well, I kinda have this problem with, um… (makes the movement of plane taking off with his hands)
Dean: It’s never really been an issue until now.
Sam: You’re joking, right?!
Dean: Do I look like I’m joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?
Sam: Alright, uhh… I’ll go.
Sam: I’ll do this one on my own.
Dean: Are you nuts? You said it yourself, that plane’s gonna crash.
Sam: Look, Dean, we can do it together, I can do this one by myself. I’m not seeing a third option here.
Dean: Come on! Really? Man…
|(Dean is being fidgety on the plane)
Sam: Just try to relax.
Dean: (through clenched teeth) Just try to shut up!
|Sam: Are you humming Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.
Sam: Look man, I get you’re nervous alright, but you gotta stay focused.
|Sam: What if she’s already possessed?
Dean: There’s ways to test that. I brought holy water.
Sam: No, I think we can go more subtle. If she’s possessed she’ll flinch at the name of God.
Dean: Uhh, nice. (stands up)
Sam: Say it in Latin.
Dean: Yeah, I know. (Begins to leave)
Sam: Uhh… In Latin, it’s Christo.
Dean: Dude, I know, I’m not an idiot.
|Dean: Alright, well, she’s got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet.
Sam: You said Cristo?
Dean: There’s no demon in her. There’s no demon getting in her.
|Dean: Come on, that can’t be normal!!
Sam: Hey, hey, it’s just a little turbulence.
Dean: Sam, this plane is going to crash, so stop treating me like I’m freakin’ four!
Sam: You need to calm down.
Dean: I’m sorry, I can’t.
Sam: Yes, you can.
Dean: Dude, stow the touchy-feely-self-help-yoga crap. It’s not helping!
|Dean: This is gonna sound nuts, but we don’t have the time for the whole the-truth-is-out-there speech, so….|
|Dean: Yeah, a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer isn’t exactly evil personified.|
|Sam: Homeland Security. That’s pretty illegal, even for us.
Dean: Yeah well, it’s something new. You know, people haven’t seen it a thousand times.
|Sam: You’ve been in there forever.
Dean: You can’t rush perfection.
|Dean: Man. I look like on of the Blues Brothers!
Sam: No, you don’t. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.
Dean: (looks himself up and down) I hate this thing.
|Dean: (after he and Sam jumped a fence) Wow, these monkey suits do come in handy…|
|Dean: What time is it now?
Sam: Oh, about 5:45.
Dean: In the morning?!?
Dean: (sarcastically) Where does the day go?
|Dean: Yeah, it was a poltergeist right?
Co-Worker: Hey, Poltergeist, I love that movie!
Jerry: Yeah, no one’s talking to you. Keep walkin’.
|(On the plane, Dean’s EMF Radar begins to beep frantically. Dean stares wide-eyed at the co-pilot, who he is pointing it at)
Sam: What is it!?
(Dean is still in a state of shock, and doesn’t even turn to look at his brother)
|Jerry: If you fellas would excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.|
|Dean: More powerful?
Sam: Well, it doesn’t need to possess anyone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on its own.
Dean: Oh. And why is that a good thing?
Επεισόδιο 1×05 :
|Sam: I take it I was having another nightmare.
Dean: Yeah. Another one.
Sam: Hey, at least I got some sleep.
|(Sam has just bribed a man with some money)
Dean: Dude, I earned that money.
Sam: You won it at a poker game.
|Sam: Now, the newspaper said that his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding
Man: What? The man’s? They practically liquified!
|Man: Capillaries can burst. I see a lot of bloodshot eyes in stroke victims.
Dean: Yeah? You ever seen exploding eyeballs?
|Sam: Might not be one of ours. It might be just some freak medical thing.
Dean: How many times in Dad’s long, varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing? And not some sign of an awful supernatural death?
Sam: Almost never.
|Sam: So we gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill.
Dean: Well, that sounds annoying.
Sam: No, it won’t be so bad, as long as we, ahh… (looks at the computers which have signs on them saying “OUT OF ORDER”) … Huh. I take that back. This will be very annoying.
|Sam: (gasps out loud and jerks awake from another nightmare) Why did you let me fall asleep?
Dean: ‘Cause I’m an awesome brother. (pauses) So, what did you dream about?
Sam: Lollipops and candy canes.
|Sam: So, did you find anything?
Dean: Besides a whole new level of frustration? … No.
|Sam: That Bloody Mary legend, has Dad ever found any evidence that it was a real thing?
Dean: Not that I’ve known.
Sam: I mean, everywhere else, all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary. And as far as we know, nobody dies from it.
Dean: Well, maybe everywhere else is just a story, but here it’s actually happening.
Sam: The place where the legend began?
(Dean nods, agreeing)
Sam: But according to the legend, the person who says… (pauses, realizing that he has already said “Bloody Mary” twice) the person who says “YOU KNOW WHAT” gets it, but here…
Dean: Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah.
Dean: Never heard anything like that before… Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror. And the daughter is right, in the way the legend goes… (pauses again, fearing that if he says “Bloody Mary”, it will count as the third time) the “YOU KNOW WHO” scratches your eyes out.
|Charlie: I’m insane, right?
Dean: No. You’re not insane.
Charlie: God, that makes me feel so much worse.
|Sam: Hey, night vision?
Dean (puts the digital camera’s night vision on for Sam)
Sam (night vision is on and Sam sees Dean’s face on the screen)
Dean: Do I look like Paris Hilton?
|Dean: You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that’s not exactly Charlie’s fault.
Sam: You know as far as I do, spirits don’t exactly see shades of grey, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That’s good enough for Mary.
|Sam: So maybe we should try to pin her down. You know, summon her through her mirror and then smash it.
Dean: Well, how do you know that’s gonna work?
Sam: I don’t. Well, not for sure.
|Dean: Alright, you know what? That’s it! (pulls car over and turns to face Sam) This is about Jessica, isn’t it? (Sam says nothing) You think that’s your dirty little secret? That you killed her somehow? (Sam is silent) Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean the nightmares and… and calling her name out in the middle of the night. It’s gonna kill you. Now listen to me, it wasn’t your fault. If you want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. (still no response from Sam) Alright, why don’t you take a swing at me? I’m the one who dragged you away from her in the first place.
Sam: I don’t blame you.
Dean: Well, you shouldn’t blame yourself, ’cause there was nothing you could’ve done.
Sam: I could have warned her.
Dean: About what? You didn’t know it was gonna happen. Besides, all of this isn’t a secret. I know all about it. It’s not gonna work with Mary anyway.
Sam: No you don’t.
Dean: I don’t what?
Sam: You don’t know all about it. I haven’t told you everything.
Dean: (looks slightly confused) What are you talking about?
Sam: Well, it wouldn’t be a secret if I told you, would it?
Dean: (shocked and speechless) No… I don’t like it. It’s not gonna happen. Forget it.
Sam: Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many people are going to die after that? Now, we’re doing this. You’ve got to let me do this.
|Dean: (after smashing the mirror and going to help Sam on the ground) Sammy. Sammy?
Sam: It’s Sam
|Dean: (after surveying the room with all the broken mirrors) Hey, Sam?
Dean: This has gotta be like, what, 600 years bad luck?
|Sam: Charlie? (Charlie turns around) Your boyfriend’s death. You really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn’t have stopped him. Sometimes bad things just happen.(Charlie acknowledges and leaves)
Dean: (taps Sam on the shoulder and he turns around) That’s good advice.
|Dean: Hey, Sam?
Dean: Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was.
Sam: Look, you’re my brother. And I’d die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.
|(Sam has summoned Bloody Mary into the mirror; Mary speaks through his reflection as his eyes bleed)
Sam: You never told her the truth. Who you really were. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? Those nightmares you’ve been having? Of Jessica dying? Screaming, burning? You had them for days before she died. Didn’t you? You were so desperate to be normal. To believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die? You dreamt it would happen!
(Dean smashes the mirror)
Επεισόδιο 1×06 :
|Dean:: …then head south, Bisbee by midnight. (seeing no reaction from Sam) Sam wears women’s underwear.|
|Sam: I got this email from this girl Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine.
Dean: Is she hot?
Sam: I went to school with her and her brother Zack. She says Zack’s been charged with murder. He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend and Rebecca says he didn’t do it but sounds like the cops got a pretty good case.
Dean: Dude, what kind of people were you hanging out with?
|Dean: Well, so you lie to them?
Sam: No, I just don’t tell them… everything.
Dean: Yeah, that’s called lying.
|Dean: What it sucks, but with a job like this you can’t get close to people, period.
Sam: You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?
|Dean: So the neighbours dog went psycho right around the time Zack’s girlfriend was killed.
Sam: Animals can have a sharp sense of paranormal.
Dean: Yeah, maybe Fido saw something.
Sam: So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem? (with an ‘I told you so’ look)
Dean: (looking unconvinced) No, probably not. But we should look at the security tape just to make sure.
Sam: Yeah. (grinning)
|Dean: Alright, so what are we doing here 5:30 in the morning?
Sam: I realised something. The video tape showed the killer going in but not coming out.
Dean: So it came out the back door.
Sam: Right. So there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never find.
Dean: ‘Cause they think the killer never left, because they caught your friend inside (mutters under his breath) Still don’t know that we’re doing here at 5:30 in the morning…
|Dean: Hey! Remember I said this wasn’t our kind of problem?
Dean: Definitely our kind of problem.
Sam: So watcha find out?
|Sam: Lemme ask you this. In all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?
Dean: Not that I know.
Sam: I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way.
Dean: Just like your friend Zack’s house.
Sam: Yeah. And just like Zack’s house, the trail suddenly… ends. And whatever it is, it just disappeared.
Dean: Well, there’s another way to go… (pauses) down.
|Dean: (fingering piece of skin-like goo with his pocket knife) You know what? I just had a sick thought. When the shape shifter changes shape, maybe it sheds.
Sam: That is sick.
|Dean: I hate to say it, but that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You lied to your friends because if they knew the real you, they’d be freaked. It’s just… It’ll be easier if…
Sam: …I was like you.
Dean: Hey man, like it or not we’re not like other people. But I’ll tell you one thing. This whole gig…(takes out gun) it ain’t without perks.
|Dean: I think we’re close to its lair.
Sam: Why do you say that?
Dean: ‘Cause there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.
|Sam: Don’t move! What have you done with him?
Shapeshifter as Dean: Dude! Chill! It’s me, alright?
Sam: No. I don’t think so. Where’s my brother?
Shapeshifter as Dean: You’re about to shoot him. Sam, calm down.
Sam: You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt?
Shapeshifter as Dean: Yeah, it’s better. What do you want me to do, cry?
Sam: You’re not my brother.
Shapeshifter as Dean: Why don’t you pull the trigger then? ‘Cause your not sure. Dude! You know me!
(shapeshifter knocks him out)
|Shapeshifter as Dean: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home – I mean, I had to stay home – with dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But dad needed me. Where the hell were you?|
|Dean: That better be you Sam and not that freak of nature.
Sam: Yeah, it’s me. He went to Becca’s house… Looking like you.
Dean: Well, he’s not stupid, he picked the handsome one.
|Sam: Come on! We gotta find a phone, call the police.
Dean: Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! You gonna put an APB out on me?
|(After watching a news update of the shapehiter’s appearance as himself on TV)
Dean: Man! That’s not even a good picture!
Sam: It’s good enough.
|Dean: But first I want to find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out him.
Sam: We have no weapons, no silver bullets.
Dean: Sam, the guy’s walking around with my face, ok? It’s a little personal, I want to find him!
|Sam: The car?
Dean: I’m betting he drove over to Rebecca’s.
Sam: The news said he set out on foot. I bet its still parked there.
Dean: Augh! The thought of him driving my car!
Sam: Oh, come on!
Dean: It’s killing me!
Sam: Let it go.
|(arriving at Rebecca’s and seeing his car)
Dean: Ah ha! There she is! (breathes out heavily) Finally something went right tonight.
(police siren’s and car appears)
Dean: Ah crap.
|Shapeshifter as Dean: Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!|
|Dean: Sorry man.
Sam: About what?
Dean: I really wish things could be different you know? I wish you could just be… Joe College.
Sam: Nah, it’s ok. You know, the truth is even at Stanford, deep down I never really fit in.
Dean: Well that’s ’cause you’re a freak.
Sam: Yeah, thanks.
Dean: Well, I’m a freak too. I’m right there with you… All the way.
Sam: (chuckles) Yeah, I know you are.
|Dean: You know I gotta say… I’m sorry I’m gonna miss it.
Sam: Miss what?
Dean: How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?
Επεισόδιο 1×07 :
|(preparing to search)
Dean: Alright, take your pick.
Sam: I’ll take the house.
Dean: Okay. Hey, stay out of her underwear drawer.
|(at a frat party)
Dean: Man, you’ve been holding out on me, this college thing is awesome!
Sam: This wasn’t really my experience.
Dean: Let me guess – libraries, studying, straight A’s.
Dean: What a geek.
|Dean: I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you.
Sam: What about the shotgun?
Dean: I said that you were hunting ghosts and spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.
Sam: And he believed you?
Dean: Well, you do look like a dumbass pledge.
|Dean: (Dean falls on top of Sam as they sneak through a half-open window) Oh, sorry!
Sam: Be quiet.
Dean: Me be quiet? You be quiet.
|Dean: So you believe her?
Sam: I do.
Dean: Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.
|(Dean’s digging up a grave)
Dean: That’s it! Next time, I get to watch the cute girl’s house.
|Dean: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte’s getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam: Bite me.
|Dean: So this is how you spent four years of your life.
Sam: Welcome to higher education.
|Lori: So your brother seems very… spiritual.
Sam: He’s full of surprises.
|Sheriff:(disbelieving) And you saw him too, the man with the hook.
Dean: Yes, I told you, we all saw him. We fought him off, and then he ran.
Sheriff: And that’s all.
Dean: Yeah, that’s all!
Sheriff: Listen, you and your brother…
Dean: (exasperated) Oh, don’t worry, we’re leavin’ town.
|(about the hook)
Sam: Well, it was the murder weapon, and, in a way, it was part of him.
Dean: So like the bones, the hook is the source of his power!
Sam: So if we find the hook…
Dean & Sam:(together) We stop the Hook-man!
|(Sam & Dean enter through the back of the hostel in the backyard and see two girls coming out)
Dean: Dude! Sorority Girls. Think we could get to see a naked pillow fight? Nah!
Επεισόδιο 1×08 :
|Sam: Well, Dad never treated you like that, you were perfect. He was all over my case. You don’t remember?
Dean: Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes you were out of line.
Sam: Right! Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bow hunting.
Dean: Bow hunting’s an important skill!
|Dean: Growing up in a place like this would freak me out.
Dean: The manicured lawns, “How was your day, honey?” I’d blow my brains out.
Sam: There’s nothing wrong with normal.
Dean: I’d take our family over normal any day.
|Dean: Kinda hungry for a little barbeque. How about you? (Sam glares at him) What, we can’t talk to the locals?
Sam: And the free food’s got nothing to do with it?
Dean: Of course not, I’m a professional!
|Dean: Hunting’s our day job. And the pay is crap.
Sam: Yeah, but hustling pool, credit card scams… It’s not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.
Dean: Well let’s see. Honest… fun and easy. (pause) It’s no contest. Besides, we’re good at it, it’s what we were raised to do.
Sam: Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.
|Dean: (after winning at gambling) Work, work work. No time to spend my money.|
|Sam: Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease.
Dean: Huh? (confused)
Sam: Human Mad Cow Disease.
Dean: Mad Cow…. wasn’t that on Oprah?
Sam: You watch Oprah?(Dean looks embarrassed.)
|Sam: The question is, why bugs and why now?
Dean: That’s two questions.
|Dean: Hmm… looks like there’s only room for one. You wanna flip a coin?
Sam: Dean, we have no idea what’s down there.
Dean: All right. I’ll go if you’re scared. Scared?
Sam: Flip the damn coin!
Dean: Call it in the air, chicken. (flips coin)
Sam: (catches coin) I’m going… don’t drop me!
|Larry: Let me just say. We accept home owners of any race, religion, color or… sexual orientation.
Dean: We’re brothers.
|Real Estate Agent: We accept home owners of all race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.
Dean: Right. Um, I’m going to go talk to Larry. Okay, Honey? (smacks Sam on the butt)
|Dean: So you found some beetles, in a hole, in the ground. That’s shocking, Sam!|
|Sam: We’re gonna squat in an empty house?
Dean: I wanna try the steam shower.
|Dean: This shower is awesome!|
|(describing Sam’s role in the Winchester family)
Dean: Ýou were kinda like the blonde chick in The Munsters!
|Matt: Sorry, I told the truth.
Dean: We had a plan, Matt. What happened to the plan?
|(Dean and Sam find an old Indian playing cards in a diner)
Sam: Joe White Tree?
Sam: We’d like to ask you a few questions, if that’s all right.
Dean: We’re students from the university.
Joe: No you’re not. You’re lying.
Dean: Um. Well, truth is…
Joe: You know who starts sentence with “truth is”? Liars.
Sam: Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It’s a housing development, near the Otoka Valley.
Joe: I like him. He’s not a liar.
|Sam: So every year about this time, anybody in Oasis Plains is in danger. Larry built his neighborhood on cursed land.
Dean: And on the sixth night, that’s tonight!
Sam: If we don’t do something, Larry’s family will be dead by sunrise. So how do we break the curse?
Dean: You don’t break a curse. You get out of its way. We gotta get those people out, now.
Επεισόδιο 1×09 :
|(Dean reads stories about weird deaths from a newspaper; Sam isn’t listening)
Dean: Hey! Am I boring you with this hunting-evil stuff?
Sam: No, I’m listening.
Dean: And here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head… three times.
(holds up three fingers and waves them at Sam)
Dean: Any of these blowing up your skirt, pal?
|Sam: I know where we have to go next.
Sam: Back home, back to Kansas.
Dean: OK random, where’d that come from?
|Sam: I have these nightmares.
Dean: I’ve noticed.
Sam: And sometimes they come true.
Dean: Come again?
|Sam: This might even be the thing that killed Jessica and Mom.
Dean: Alright! Just slow down, would ya? I mean, first you tell me you’ve got ‘The Shining’ and then you tell me that I’ve got to go back home, especially when…
Sam: When what?.
Dean: When I swore to myself I’d never go back there.
|Dean: I’m just freaked out your weirdo visions are coming true.|
|Missouri: Sam, oh honey. I’m sorry about your girlfriend. And your father… he’s missing.
Sam: How’d you know all that?
Missouri: Well, you were just thinking it, just now.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don’t know.
Dean: Don’t know? Your supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! You think I’m a magician?! I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can’t pull facts out of thin air.
|Missouri: Don’t worry about a thing, your wife’s crazy about you. (client leaves) Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener.
Dean: Why didn’t you tell him?
Missouri: People don’t come here for the truth, they come for good news.
|Dean: (to his Dad’s voicemail) Dad, I know I’ve left messages before. I don’t even know if you get ’em. But I’m with Sam and we’re in Lawrence and there’s something in our old house. I don’t know if it’s the thing that killed Mom or not… but… (tears up) I don’t know what to do. So whatever you’re doing, if you could get here… please. I need your help, Dad.|
|Missouri: You sensed it was here, didn’t you? Even when I couldn’t.
Sam: What’s happening to me?
Missouri: I know I should have all the answers but… I don’t know.
|Missouri: Don’t worry – Dean’s going to clean up this mess. Well what are you waiting for, boy. Grab the mop. (Dean glares silently) And don’t cuss at me!|
|Missouri: Is that an EMF?
|Missouri: Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I’m going to whack you with a spoon.
Dean: I didn’t do anything.
Missouri: You were thinking about it.
|Missouri: You two have grown up handsome. (looks at Dean) And you were one goofy looking kid.(Sam smiles)|
|Sam: You gonna be all right, man?
Dean: Let me get back to you on that.
|Missouri: I don’t know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved but this ain’t the thing that killed your mom.|
|(Sam is being held against the wall by the poltergeist; Dean raises his gun to shoot the approaching fiery figure)
Sam: No don’t! Don’t!
Dean: What, why?
Sam: Because I know who it is. I can see her now.
Mary: [smiling] Dean.
Mary: Sam. I’m sorry.
Sam: [bewildered] F-for what?
Mary: You get out of my house. And let go of my son!
Επεισόδιο 1×10 :
|Dean: (talking about his dad) You know, I love the guy, but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda.|
|Sam: Do you think Dad’s sending us coordinates?
Dean: He’s done it before…
Sam: The man can barely use a toaster, Dean.
|Dean: The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere, where he’d work on his patients, so, I mean, if I was a patient, I’d drag his ass down here and do some work on him myself.|
|Sam: I told you, I looked everywhere. I didn’t find a hidden room.
Dean: Well, that’s why they call it hidden.
|Dean: Hey, I gotta question for ya. You seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?
Kat: Yeah, I guess so.
Dean: Do me a favour. Next time you see one, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don’t go in.
|Kat: Hey, Gavin?
Kat: If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up.
|Dean: Sam, put the gun down
Sam (possessed): Is that an order?
Dean: No, just a friendly request.
|Dean: The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed-off spirit… is the pissed-off spirit of a psycho killer.|
|Sam: Ghosts can appear at certain hours of the day.
Dean: Yup, the freaks come out at night.
|Dean: Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got goin’ on.
Sam: I told you, it’s not ESP, I just have strange vibes sometimes.
|Dean: Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.|
|Dean: Hey Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?|
|Kat: So, how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?
Sam: It’s kind of our job.
Kat: Why would anyone want a job like that?
Sam: I had a crappy guidance counselor.
|Gavin: She kissed me.
Sam: Um, but she didn’t hurt you physically?
Gavin: Dude, she kissed me! I’m scarred for life!
|Sam: What Dad “wants” doesn’t matter!
Dean: You see that? That attitude there? That’s why I always got the extra cookie.
|(Sam has woken up after Dean has burned Ellcott’s bones)
Dean: You’re not gonna try to kill me, are you?
Dean: Good. ‘Cause that would be awkward.
|Dean: (after finding Ellicot’s body) Aw, that’s just gross.|
|Dean: Come on Sam, that gun’s filled with rock salt! It’s not going to kill me.
Sam: (possessed by ghost) (fires gun) No, but it’ll hurt like hell.
|Dean: Apparently he was experimenting on his patients. Some awful stuff, makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin.|
|Sam:Kat! it’s not trying to hurt you! listen to me you have to face it you gotta calm down!
Dean:She’s gotta what?!
Kat:I have to what?!
Sam:These spirits they’re not trying to hurt us they’re trying to communicate! you gotta listen to it you gotta face it!
Kat:YOU FACE IT!
Sam:No, it’s the only way you’re gonna get outta there!
|Dean:Man, I hope you’re right about this
Sam:Yeah me too
Kat:It whispered in my ear, 137
Dean and Sam:Room number
|Sam: We’ve met some interesting people. Seen some interesting things.|
Επεισόδιο 1×11 :
|Dean:(To scarecrow) Dude, your fugly.|
|Dean: I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!|
|Dean: You’re a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. Don’t care what anybody thinks.
Sam: That’s what you really think?
Dean: Yes, it is.
Sam: Well, then this selfish bastard is going to California.
|Dean: Actually, I’m on my way to the local community college. I got an appointment with a professor… you know, since I don’t have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research!|
|Dean: Sam, you were right, you gotta do your own thing, you gotta live your own life.
Sam: Are you serious?
Dean: You’ve always known what you want and you go after it. Stand up to Dad, and you always have. I wish I had. Anyway, I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy.
Sam: I don’t even know what to say.
Dean: Say you’ll take care of yourself.
Sam: I will.
|Dean: You know, my brother could give you this puppy dog look and you’d just buy right into it.|
|Bus Station Clerk: Sorry, the Sacramento bus doesn’t run again ’til tomorrow, 5:05 p.m.
Sam: Tomorrow?! There’s got to be another way!
Bus Station Clerk: Oh, there is. Buy a car.
|Dean: Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.
Sam: You should be kissing my ass – you were dead meat back there.
Dean: Yeah, right. I had a plan – I’d have gotten out.
|Sam: The scarecrow crawled off its cross?
Dean: I’m telling you, Burkitsville, Indiana – Fun Town
|Emily: I don’t understand. They’re going to kill us?
Dean: Sacrifice us. Which is, I don’t know, classier I guess.
|Emily: So what’s the plan?
Dean: I’m working on it.
(several hours later strapped to a tree in the apple orchard)
Emily: You don’t have a plan, do you?
Dean: I’m working on it…
|Dean: How’d you get here?
Sam: I stole a car.
Dean: (chuckling) That’s my boy!
|Dean: What made you change your mind?
Sam: I didn’t. I still wanna find dad. And you’re still a pain in the ass.
|Dean: Oh, and keep an eye on that scarecrow. It could come alive at any moment.
Sam: (looks around) What scarecrow?
|Dean: Hi, my name is John Bonham.
Scotty: Isn’t that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?
Dean: Wow. Good. Classic rock fan.
|Dean: (to scarecrow) Nice tatt.|
|Dean: So, did you grow up here?
Emily: Came here when I was thirteen. I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in.
Dean: Are they nice people?
Emily: Everybody’s nice here.
Dean: So what, it’s the uh, perfect little town?
Emily: Well you know, it’s the boonies, but I love it. I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here… it’s almost like we’re blessed.
Επεισόδιο 1×12 :
|Dean: Have you ever watched daytime TV? It’s terrible.
Sam: (sighs) I talked to your doctor.
Dean: That fabric softener teddy bear. Oooh! I’m gonna hunt that little b*tch down.
Dean: Yeah, alright. Well, it looks like you’re going to leave town without me.
Sam: What are you talking about? I’m not leaving you here.
Dean: Hey, you better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass.
Sam: I don’t think that’s funny.
Dean: Ah, come on. It’s a little funny. (pause) Look Sammy, what can I say, man? It’s a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That’s it, end of story.
Sam: Don’t talk like that, alright. We still have options.
Dean: What options? You got burial or cremation. I know it’s not easy, but I’m gonna die and you can’t stop it.
Sam: Watch me.
|Dean: You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?
Sam: I’m not gonna let you die period.
|Dean: I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.|
|Sam: You know this whole “I laugh in the face of death” thing is crap, I can see right through it.
Dean: Yeah, whatever. Have you even slept? You look worse than me.
|Layla: If you’re gonna have faith, you can’t just have it when the miracles happen, you have to have it when they don’t.|
|Dean: Layla. I’m not much the prayin’ type, but… I’m gonna pray for you.
Layla: Well, there’s a miracle right there.
|Sam: Maybe it’s time to have a little faith, Dean.
Dean: You know what I’ve got faith in? Reality. Knowing what’s really going on.
Sam: How can you be a sceptic? With the things we see every day?
Dean: Exactly. We see them. We know they’re real.
|Dean: God save us from half the people who think they’re doing God’s work.|
|Dean: Man, you’re a lying bastard! I thought you said we were going to see a doctor.
Sam: I believe I said specialist. Look Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal.
Dean: I can’t believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent!
|Sam: But if there was something there Dean, I would have seen it too. I mean, I’ve been seeing an awful lot lately.
Dean: Oh, excuse me, psychic wonder!
|(on the phone)
Sam: Hey, Dad. It’s Sam. Uh, you probably won’t even get this, but, uh, it’s Dean. He’s sick, and uh the doctors say there’s nothing they can do. Um, but, uh, they don’t know the things we know, right? So, don’t worry, cause, uh, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get him better. Alright? Just wanted you to know.
|Officer: Hey, next time we see you come back here, we’ll put the fear of God in you.
Dean: Yeah. Fear of God. Got it.
|(about grim reaper)
Sam: But you said you saw a dude in a suit.
Dean: Oh, what? You thought he should have been working the whole black robe thing?
|Religious woman:Reverend LeGrange is a great man.
Dean: Yeah, that’s nice.
|Roy:It is the Lord who does the healin’ here, friends. The Lord, who guides me in choosin’ who to heal, by helpin’ me see into people’s hearts.
Dean: [under his breath] Yeah, or into their wallets.
Roy: You think so, young man?
Roy: No no, don’t be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we got real sharp ears. What’s your name, son?
Dean: [clears his throat] Dean.
Roy: [nodding thoughtfully] Dean. I want… I want you to come up here with me.
Dean: No. Nah, it’s okay.
Sam: What’re you doing?
Roy: You’ve come here to be healed, haven’t you?
Dean: Well yeah, but uh, maybe you should just pick someone else.
Roy: Oh no, I didn’t, I didn’t pick you Dean, the Lord did.
Sam: Get up there!
Roy: You ready?
Dean: Yeah look, no disrespect, but uh, I’m not exactly a believer.
Roy: You will be son. You will be. Pray with me, friends.
Roy: All right now. All right now…
Sam:[running up] Dean!
Sam: Say somethin’!
Επεισόδιο 1×13 :
|Sam: You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?
Dean: Am I speaking in a language you’re not getting here?
|Sam: By an old friend, you mean…
Dean: A friend that’s not new.
Sam: Yeah, thanks.
|Sam: You TOLD her?! The big family secret? Rule number one – we do what we do and shut our mouths about it? (Dean is silent) DEAN!
Dean: Yeah! Looks like…
|Dean: Yeah, I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinkin’ anyway.
Sam: You know we’re going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right?
Dean: (little laugh) You said it.
|Sam: (over a cellphone) Where are you?
Dean: I’m in the middle of nowhere with a killer truck on my ass!
|Dean: Don’t leave the house.
Cassie: Don’t go getting all authoritative on me, I hate it.
Dean: Don’t leave the house, please?
|Sam: And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?
Cassie: (embarrassed) Oh, when you say it aloud like that…
|Sam: I figured maybe that would get rid of it.
Dean: Maybe?! Maybe?!? What if you were wrong?
Sam: Honestly that thought hadn’t occured to me.
Dean: (mimicking Sam) “Well that honestly didn’t occur to me.” I’m gonna kill him.
|Sam: I’m guessing you guys were working things out.
Dean: We’ll be working things out when we’re 90.
|Sam: Occasionally I miss boring.
Dean: So this killer truck…
Sam: I miss conversations that didn’t start with “this killer truck.”
|Sam: So burning the body had no effect on that thing?
Dean: Sure it did – now it’s really pissed.
|Cassie: I thought it was what you wanted!
Dean: Well it wasn’t!
Cassie: I didn’t mean to hurt you!
Dean: Well you did!
Cassie: I’m sorry!
Dean: Yeah me too!
(pause; then Cassie kisses Dean passionately)
|Mayor Todd: What is it, exactly, you want me to do?
Cassie: Well how about closing this section of road, for starters?
Mayor Todd: Close the main road, the only road in and out of town? Accidents do happen Cassie. That’s what they are: accidents!
Dean: Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy’s car, see if it was pushed?
Mayor Todd: Who’s this?
Cassie: Dean and Sam Winchester, family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd.
Mayor Todd: It’s one set of tire tracks. One. Doesn’t point to foul play.
Cassie: Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you! If you’re indifferent about…
Mayor Todd: [offended] Indifferent!
Cassie: Would you close the road if the victims were white?
Mayor Todd: You’re suggesting I’m racist, Cassie. I’m the last person you should talk to like that.
Cassie: And why’s that?
Mayor Todd: Why don’t you ask your mother.
|Sam: [about Cassie] Dean, what is goin’ on between you two?
Dean: All right, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said.
Sam: Oh, okay.
Dean: Okay, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her the secret, about what we do, and I shouldn’t have.
Sam: Ah look man, everybody’s gotta open up to someone sometime.
Dean: Yeah I don’t. It was stupid to get that close, I mean look how it ended.
[Sam smiles at him, amused]
Dean: Would you stop? Blink or somethin’!
Sam: You loved her.
Dean: [walking away] Aw God.
Sam: [following] You were in love with her… But you *dumped* her.
[pause, Dean looks uncomfortable]
Sam: Oh wow. She dumped *you*.
Dean: [irked] Get in the car.
|Sam: [about Cassie] I like her.
Sam: You meet someone like her… Ever make you wonder if it’s worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?
Dean: Why don’t you wake me up when it’s my turn to drive?
Επεισόδιο 1×14 :
|Sam: When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door, I moved it.
Dean: You have a little bit more upper body strength than I give you credit for!
Sam: No, I mean I moved it… like Max.
-There’s a pause as Dean tries process this.-
Dean: Oh. -Another pause, then Dean quickly picks up a spoon and holds it out towards Sam.- Bend this.
|Sam: Well, I’ll tell you one thing. We’re lucky we had Dad.
Dean: I never thought I’d hear you say that.
|Dean: I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Dean: Vegas. (Sam ‘harrumphs’ and walks out.) What? Come on man! Craps table? We’d clean up!
|Sam: Well, don’t look at me like that.
Dean: I’m not looking at you like anything… but I do gotta say you look like crap.
Sam: Nice… thanks.
|Sam: You can’t tell me this doesn’t freak you out.
Dean: This doesn’t freak me out.
|Sam: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.
Dean: What’s that?
Sam: Both our families are cursed.
Dean: Our family’s not cursed… we’ve just had our dark spots.
Sam: (chuckles) Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You’re… dark.
|Max: All these people kept coming with, like casserole. I finally had to tell them all to go away. Because nothing says “sorry” like a tuna casserole.|
|Dean: You have something Max didn’t.
Sam: What, you mean Dad? ‘Cause he’s not here Dean.
Dean: No, me.
|Sam: We’re not gonna kill Max.
Dean: Then what? I hand him over to the cops and say “Lock him up officer he kills with the power of his mind”?!
|Dean: As long as I’m around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.|
|(the boys are dressed as priests)
Sam: This has got to be a whole new low for us.
|Alice: It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now.
Dean: Of course, after all, we are all God’s children.
[Alice walks off, Dean crams an hors d’oeuvre in his mouth; Sam makes an exasperated sound]
Sam: Just, tone it down a little bit? “Father”?
|Alice: I don’t know what you mean by that. You know I never did anything.
Max: That’s right. You didn’t do *anything*. You didn’t stop them, not once!
[the kitchen knife rises off the cutting board]
Alice: How did you…
[the knife flies up to her head, following her as she backs against the wall]
Alice: Max! Please!
[the knife moves in, the point right at her eye]
Max: For every time you stood there and watched. Pretending it wasn’t happening!
Alice: [afraid] I’m sorry.
Max: No you’re not. You just don’t wanna die.
Επεισόδιο 1×15 :
|Pa Bender: Tell me, any other cops gonna come lookin’ for you?
Dean: Eat me. Oh no no no wait wait wait, you actually might.
|Dean: Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me. That’s what this is about? You yahoos hunt people?|
|Pa: But the best hunt is human. Oh, there’s nothin’ like it. Holdin’ their life in your hands. Seein’ the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive.
Dean: You’re one sick puppy.
|Deputy Kathleen: (about Sam) Does your cousin have a drinking problem?
Dean: What, Sam? Two beers and he’s doin’ karaoke.
|Dean: Don’t ever do that again.
Sam: Do what?
Dean: Go missing like that.
Sam: You were worried about me!
Dean: I’m just saying, you vanish like that again and I’m not looking for you.
Sam: Sure you are.
Dean: No, I’m not.
|Dean: (talking about Sam) When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then I’ve felt responsible for him, like it’s my job to keep him safe.|
|Deputy Kathleen: So you know his brother Dean Winchester died in St. Louis and was suspected of murder?
Dean: Yeah, Dean, kinda the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though.
|Deputy Kathleen: So, Gregory.
Deputy Kathleen: I ran your badge number. It’s routine when we’re working on a case with State Police, for accounting purposes and what have you.
Deputy Kathleen: And, uh, you just got back to me… says here your badge was stolen. And there’s a picture of you.
(turns the screen towards Dean, on which there is a picture of a portly, African-American police officer. There’s a long silence)
Dean: I lost some weight. And I got that… Michael Jackson skin disease…
|Sam: So you got sidelined by a 13-year old girl?
Dean: Shut up.
Sam: I’m just saying, getting a little rusty there aren’t you, kiddo?
|Deputy Kathleen: Your, uh… your cousin’s looking for you.
Sam: Thank god. Where is he?
Deputy Kathleen: I, uh… I cuffed him to my car.
|Dean: Demons I get. People are crazy.|
|(Dean’s handcuffed to a police car)
Dean: I really need to start carrying paper clips.
|Nervous Kid: It sounded like a monster…
Mom: Tell the officers what you were watching on TV.
Nervous Kid: Godzilla versus Mothra.
Dean: Oh-ho.Yeah.. That’s my favourite Godzilla movie. So much better than the original, huh?
Nervous Kid: Totally.
Dean: Yeah… (looking at Sam) He likes the remake.
Nervous Kid: Yuck!
|Sam: We should get an early start tomorrow.
Dean: Man, you really know how to have fun, don’t you Grandma.
|Dean: Well, I’ll say it again. Demons I get. People are crazy.|
|Hot Waitress: Can I help you with something?
Dean: Oh God, yes.
|Dean: It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.
Missy Bender: I know.
(Missy throws knife at Dean)
|Dean: [finding Sam and Kathleen in cages] Sam? Are you hurt?
Dean: Damn it’s good to see you.
Officer Kathleen: How did you get out of the cuffs?
Dean: Oh I know a trick or two.
[checking the cage door]
Dean: Oh. These locks look like they’re gonna be a b***h.
Sam: [pointing] Well there’s some kind of automatic control, right there.
Dean: Have you seen ’em?
Sam: Yeah. Dude, they’re just people.
Dean: And they jumped you? Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo.
|Pa Bender: We give ’em a weapon. Give ’em a fightin’ chance. It’s kinda like, our tradition, passed down, father to son. ‘Course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy.
Dean: Oh. Yeah, well, don’t sell yourself short, you’re plenty sloppy.
Επεισόδιο 1×16 :
|Dean: What are you gonna do?
Sam: I’m gonna watch Meg.
Dean: (laughing) Yeah, you are.
Sam: I just wanna see what’s what. Better safe than sorry.
Dean: All right, you little pervert.
|Dean: So Sammy’s got a thing for the bad girl.|
|Sam: I’m just saying, there’s something about this girl I can’t quite put my finger on.
Dean: But I bet you’d like to. Maybe she’s not a suspect, maybe… maybe you’ve got a thing for her. Maybe you’re thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain.
|John: I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. (pause) She was the bad guy, right?
Sam and Dean: (in unison) Yes, sir.
|Sam: So, you talk to the cops?
Dean: Uh, yeah. I spoke to Amy a, uh, charming and perky officer of the law.
Sam: Yeah, and what did you find out?
Dean: Well, she’s a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean… whew. Oh, and she’s got this little tattoo…
|Dean: (to Sam) Now, look, why don’t you go knock on her door and invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?|
|(over the phone)
Dean: Let me guess – you’re lurking outside that poor girl’s apartment, aren’t you?
Sam: No!… Yes…
Dean: You got a funny way of showing your affection.
|Landlady: You guys said you’re with the alarm company?
Dean: That’s right.
Landlady: Well, no offense, but your alarm’s about as useful as boobs on a man.
Dean: That’s why we’re here.
|Dean: I talked to the bartender.
Sam: Did you get anything…besides her number?
Dean: Dude, I’m a professional. I’m offended that you would think that (smiles and chuckles as he displays a napkin with her phone number) … All right.
Sam: You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?
|Sam: I don’t know, Dean. There’s something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Dean: But I bet you’d like to. Maybe she’s not a suspect maybe your just thinking too much with your upstairs brain, ha?
|Dean: So, to recap, the only successful intel we’ve scored so far is the bartender’s phone number.|
|Dean: Ahem! (to be acknowledged)
Meg: Dude, cover your mouth.
|Sam: I think there’s something weird going on here.
Dean: Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn’t even that into me!
|Dean: Hey, Sam…?
Dean: Next time you want to get laid… find a girl that’s not so buckets of crazy, huh?
|Dean: Why don’t you go up and deliver a private strip-o-gram?
Sam: Bite me.
Dean: Oh no, bite her. Just don’t leave any teeth marks… (Sam hangs up) Sam?
|Dean: Hey, Sam. Don’t take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend… is a b*tch.|
|Meg: Guys, hiding is a little childish, don’t you think?
Dean: Well, that didn’t work out like I planned!
|Sam: (to Meg) You killed those people for nothing!
Meg: Baby, I’d kill a lot more for a lot less.
|Sam: Why are you doing this Meg, what deal did you get?
Meg: I’m doing this for the same reasons you do what you do. Loyalty, love, like the love you had for Mommy and Jess.
Sam: Go to Hell!
Meg: Baby, I’m already there.
|Sam: Dean, we should stick together. We’ll go after this demon thing together —
Dean: Sam! Listen to me. We almost got Dad killed in there. Would you understand? They’re not gonna stop. They’re gonna try again, they’re gonna use us to get to him. Meg was right. Dad’s vulnerable when he’s with us. He’s… he’s stronger without us around.
Sam: Dad. No. (looks at Dean) After everything, after all the time we spent looking for you… please. I gotta be a part of this fight.
John: Sam, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you have to trust me, son. (pause, Sam holds on tight to his dad’s shoulder) Okay? You got to let me go.
(after a long time Sam nods)
|Sam & Dean: (in unison) Dude, I gotta talk to you.|
|Dean: You trapped us. Good for you. It’s Miller time. Why don’t you kill us already?
Meg: Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn’t for you.
Sam: Dad. It’s a trap for Dad.
Dean: Oh, sweetheart. You’re dumber ‘n you look. ‘Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn’t walk into somethin’ like this, he’s too good.
Επεισόδιο 1×17 :
|Boy#2: Want me to hold your hand? (offers his hand and she takes it) Are there any other parts I can hold?
Girl: (gives him a look and lets go of his hand) Ew, shut up, you loser!
|Boy#1: Oh look – it’s the evil root cellar.|
|Sam: (hesitantly) Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas, so, uh, last night I searched some local… paranormal websites and I found one.
Dean: And what’s it called?
(Sam is reluctant)
Sam: Hell Hound’s Lair dot com.
|Sam: That was your great idea? To burn the house down?
Dean: Well, no one will go in any more.
Dean: Yeah, truce… at least for the next hundred miles.
|Ed: Okay, we’ve got an obligation to our fans, to the truth…
Dean: Well I have an obligation to kick both of your little asses.
Sam: Dean, Dean, hey, hey, just forget it, alright. These guys… I could probably b*tchslap them both.
|Dean: I don’t know, Sam. I mean, I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but you know, the cops might be right about this one.|
|Dean: Why don’t you tell us about that house – without lying through your ass this time?|
|Dean: Man, I hate rats.
Sam: Would you rather it was a ghost?
|Harry: What are you guys doing here?
Dean: What the hell are you doing here?
Ed: Uh, we belong here, we’re professionals.
Dean: Professional what?
|Dean: Most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the pursqueeter.|
|Dean: What’s the matter, Sammy? You afraid you gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?
Sam: All right. Just remember you started it.
Dean: Oh, bring it on, baldy.
|Ed: Sweet Lord of the Rings – run!!|
|Ed: Woo! It’s that pot we smoked earlier – gave me the giggles.|
|Dean: People believe in Santa Claus – why aren’t I getting hooked up every Christmas?
Sam: ‘Cause you’re a bad person.
|Dean: I thought the legend said that Mordecai only goes after chicks.
Sam: It does.
Dean: Alright, well I mean that explains why it went after you, but why me?
|Ed: This stuff right here — this is our ticket to the big time. Fame, money, sex. With girls. Okay? Be brave. Okay, WWBD. What would Buffy do? Huh?
Harry: What would Buffy do? I don’t know, but, Ed, she’s stronger than me.
|Sam: It kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we’ve hunted, how many exist just because people believed in them?|
|Dean: Looks like old man Murdoch was a bit of a tagger during his time.
Sam: And after his time, too. The reverse cross was used by satanists for centuries, but the sigil of sulphur didn’t show up in San Francisco until the ’60’s.
Dean: Exactly why you never get laid.
|Ed: (off-screen) Dude, I’ve got the munchies.|
|(after Ed and Harry have left, explaining that they have to meet a producer for rights to a movie)
Sam: I have a confession to make. I’m the one who called them pretending to be a producer.
Dean: That’s great! I’m the one who put the dead fish in their back seat.
|(Dean’s hand is stuck to his beer)
Dean: You didn’t.
Sam: Oh, I so did.
(Sam holds up superglue)
|(after Same played a prank on Dean)
Dean: Is that all you got? That is weak! That is bush-league!
|(Dean puts a spoon in Sam’s mouth when he’s sleeping; Sam wakes up and is startled by it)
Sam: Haha very funny.
Dean: (laughs) Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda got to make your own.
|(after Sam superglued a beer bottle to Dean’s hand)
Dean: I barely have any skin left on my palm.
Sam: I’m not touching that line with a ten foot pole.
|[after Dean puts itching powder in Sam’s shorts]
Sam: Man, I think I’m allergic to our soap or somethin’.
[Dean laughs and starts to walk away]
Sam: You did this?
[Dean laughs again]
Sam: You’re a friggin’ jerk!
Dean: Oh yeah!
Επεισόδιο 1×18 :
|Dean: Well, maybe he’s (their father) gonna meet us there.
Sam:(sniggers) Yeah, cause he’s been so easy to find at this point.
Dean: You’re a real smart ass, you know that? (pauses) Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s something in Fitchberg worth killing.
Sam: Yeah? what makes you so sure?
Dean: Because I’m the oldest… which means I’m always right.
Sam: No, it doesn’t.
Dean: Yeah, it totally does.
|Sam: Dude, dude, I’m not using this ID!
Dean: Why not?
Sam: Because it says “bikini inspector” on it!
|Dean: When we were there, I saw a patient. An old woman.
Sam: An old person, huh?
Sam: (eyebrows raised) At a hospital.
Dean: (looks up at Sam)
Sam: Wooo… better call the Coast Guard.
Dean: Well, listen, smart ass, she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall.
|Sam: I’m surprised you didn’t draw on him right there.
Dean: Yeah, well, first of all, I wasn’t gonna open fire at a freakin’ pediatrics ward.
Sam: Good call.
Dean: Second, it wouldn’t have done any good cause the bastard’s bullet-proof unless he’s chowing down on something, and third, I wasn’t packing, which is probably a good thing, ’cause I probably would have just burned a clip in him just out of principle alone.
Sam: Getting wise in your old age, Dean.
|Michael: (sitting behind motel reception desk) A king or two queens?
Dean: Two queens.
Michael: (looks smug) Yeah, I’ll bet.
Michael: (quickly) Cool car.
|Michael: I thought I was having a nightmare.
Dean: I’d give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real.
|Michael: You said you’re a big brother.
Michael: You’d take care of your little brother? You’d do anything for him?
Dean: Yeah… I would.
Michael: Me too. I’ll help.
|Dean: Well, we’ll be right in the next room. We’re gonna come in with guns, so as soon as we do, you roll off this bed and crawl under it.
Michael: What if you shoot me?
Dean: (shakes head) We won’t shoot you. We’re good shots. We’re not gonna fire until you’re clear, okay?
Dean: Have you ever heard of a gunshot before?
Michael: Like in the movies?
Dean: This is gonna be a lot louder than in movies so I want you to stay under the bed, cover your ears. Do not come out till we say so, you understand?
|Sam: Hey, Dean, I’m sorry
Dean: (looks confused) For what?
Sam: You know. I know I’ve given you a lot of crap for always following Dad’s orders. But I know why you do it.
Dean: Oh God… kill me now.
(Shtriga stops sucking the life out of Sam to look up at Dean; Dean shoots it in the head and Shtriga falls off Sam)
Dean: You okay, little brother?
|Sam: It’s too bad.
Dean: No, they’ll be fine.
Sam: It’s not what I meant. I meant Michael. (pauses) He’ll always know that there are things out there in the dark. He’ll never be the same. You know… (pauses again) sometimes I wish that… (trails off)
Sam: I wish I could have that kind of innocence.
Dean: (pauses) If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.
|Sam: Dean you got the time?
Dean: checking his watch] Ten after four.
Sam: What’s wrong with this picture?
[Dean follows Sam’s gaze to a nearly empty playground]
Dean: School’s out, isn’t it?
Sam: Yeah. So where is everybody? This place should be crawlin’ with kids right now.
|Sam: Then you wanna use the kid as *bait*? Are you nuts? No! Forget it, that’s outta the question!
Dean: It’s not outta the question Sam, it’s the only way. If this thing disappears, it could be years before we get another chance!
Sam: Michael’s a *kid*! And I’m not gonna dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook!
Dean: Dad did not send me here to walk away!
Sam: Send *you* here? He didn’t send you here, he sent *us* here!
Dean: This isn’t about you Sam! All right, I’m the one that screwed up! It’s *my* fault, there’s no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me.
Επεισόδιο 1×19 :
|Sam: Alright, so I think I’ve got something.
Dean: Yeah, me too. (looks towards a hot chick) I think we need to take a little short leave, just a little one. What do you think, huh? I’m so on the door with this one.
Sam: So what are we today, Dean? Rock stars? Are we army rangers?
Dean: LA TV scouts, looking for people with special skills.
|Dean: She’s got a friend over there, probably can hook you up. What do you think?
Sam: Dean? Ah… no thanks. I can get my own dates.
Dean: Yeah, but you don’t.
Sam: What’s that suppose to mean?
Dean: Nothing. What’ve you got?
|Daniel: Can I help you gentlemen?
Dean: I’d like some champagne please.
Sam: (to Dean, shocked) He’s not a waiter.
|Daniel: I’m Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. Now, gentlemen, this is a private showing and I don’t remember seeing your name on the guest list.
Dean: (With a mouth full of food) We’re there Chuckles, you just need to take another look. (looks around, sees a waiter holding out champagne glasses and helps himself to one) Ooh, finally!
|Sarah: I’m Sarah Blake
Sam: Sam. And this is, uh… (turns to Dean who is yet again stuffing his mouth with food) my brother Dean…
Sarah: Can we get you some more mini quiches?
Dean: Mmmm, (shakes head) I’m good thanks.
|Dean: Well, we’re not getting anything out of Chuckles, but, uh… Sarah…
Sam: Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin.
Dean: (chuckles) Not me.
Sam: Oh, no no no no. Pickups are your thing Dean.
Dean: It wasn’t my butt she was checking out.
|Dean: Sometimes you have to take one for the team.|
|Sarah: I don’t know about Romeo here, but I’ll have a beer.|
|Dean: So she just handed the providences over to you?
Sam: Yes, we went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers.
Sam: And nothing. That’s it. I left.
Dean: You didn’t need to con her? Or do any special favors or anything like that?
Sam: Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?
|(Sam and Dean are burning the painting)
Dean: Ugly ass thing… If you ask me, we’re doing the art world a favor.
|(Sam and Dean are frantically searching for Dean’s wallet)
Sarah: Hey guys!
Sam: Sarah! Hey!
Sarah: What are you doing here?
Sam: Err.. um.. we’re leaving town and you know, we came to say goodbye.
Dean: What are you talking about? We’re sticking around another day or two.
(Sam looks confused)
Sarah: Uh huh… (looks perplexed)
Dean: Oh Sam, by the way, I thought I’d give you that 20 bucks I owe you…
(Dean takes out his wallet from back pocket. Sam realises Dean has tricked him)
|Sarah: Oh, well, that’s too bad..
Sam: (sees painting he thought Dean and himself had burnt) OH MY GOD!
Sam: Thaha… that painting… looks so… good.
Sarah: (looks confused) If you can call that monstronsity good, then yeah, I guess…
|Sam: I don’t understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing.
Dean: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.
|Dean: Alright, well, if his head position changed, then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well, you know, can give us some clue.
Sam: What, like The Da Vinci Code?
Dean: I don’t… know… I’m still waiting for the movie on that one.
|Sam: Why are you trying so hard to get me laid?
Dean: Why are you trying so hard to not get laid?
|Dean: Alright, you like her; she likes you. You’re both consenting adults.
Sam: What’s the point, Dean? We’ll just leave. We always leave.
Dean: Well, I’m not talking about marriage, Sam.
Sam: You know what, I don’t get it. What do you care if I hook up?
Dean: ‘Cause then maybe you wouldn’t be so cranky all the time.
|Dean: You know, seriously, Sam, this isn’t just about hooking up, okay? I mean, I, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you. And I don’t mean any disrespect, but I’m — I’m sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now I don’t know what it’s like to lose somebody like that, but I would think that she would want you to be happy; God forbid, have fun once in awhile. Wouldn’t she?
Sam:: Yeah, I know she would. Yeah, you’re right – part of this is about Jessica, but not the main part.
Dean: What’s it about? (Sam is silent) Yeah, alright.
|Sam: Sarah, you saw that painting move.
Sarah: No… no… I, I was seeing things. It’s impossible.
Dean: Yeah, well, welcome to our world.
|Sam: Sarah, I know this sounds crazy, but we think that that painting is haunted.
Sarah: Huh… you’re joking… (looks at the brothers) … you’re not joking. God! The guys I go out with!
|Sarah: Look, I’m not saying that I’m not scared, cause I am scared as hell, but I’m not going to run and hide either. (walks towards the door) So, are we going or what? (exits)
Dean: Sam, marry that girl.
|Sarah: Is there something here between us, or am I delusional?
Sam: You’re not delusional.
Sarah: But, there’s a but coming.
Sam: But, I don’t think this is a good idea.
Sarah: Can I ask why?
Sam: ‘Cause I like you.
Sarah: Wait… you lost me.(both laugh)
|Sarah: I thought the painting was harmless now.
Sam: Better be safe than sorry. We’re gonna burn the sucker.
Sarah: I wanna come with you.
Sam: You sure?
Sarah: Yeah (gets out of car)
Dean: Hey, hey, hey, I’ll stay here, you go make your move.
Dean: Sam, I’m serious!
|(Sam and Dean are digging up a grave)
Sarah: You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this.
Sam: Well, this isn’t exactly the first grave we’ve dug. Still think I’m a catch?
|Dean: Sam, you alright?
Sam: (looks at Sarah right next to him) I’m not bad.
|Sarah: So, why did the girl do it?
Sam: Killing others, killing herself. Some people are just born tortured. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark.
|Dean: I’ll go wait in the car. See you, Sarah (reluctant to leave… but slowly walks off, muttering) I’m the one who burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don’t thank me or anything.|
|Dean: (watches Sam kissing Sarah) That’s my boy.|
|Sarah: [as Dean begins to pick the locks] Uh… Isn’t this a crime scene?
Dean: What? You’ve already lied to the cops. What’s another infraction?
|Dean: Grant Wood? Grandma Moses? What?
Sam: Art History course. It’s good for meetin’ girls.
Dean: It’s like I don’t even know you.
|Dean: It’s the third bone yard we’ve checked. I think this ghost is jerkin’ us around.
Sarah: [to Sam] So this is what you guys do for a living?
Sam: Not exactly. We don’t get paid.
Επεισόδιο 1×20 :
|Dean: Looks like the maid didn’t come today.
Sam: Hey, there’s salt over here. Right inside the door.
Dean: You mean like protection-against-demons salt or oops-I-spilled-the-popcorn salt.
Sam: It’s clearly a ring.
|Dean: Vampires! Gets funnier every time I hear it.|
|Vamp: Car trouble? Let me give you a lift. Take you back to my place.
Dean: Naah, I’ll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia.
Vamp: Oooo. (punches Dean in face, grabs him, and picks him up by the neck)
Dean: Ah, oh. I don’t normally get this friendly ’til the second date, but…
Vamp: You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends. (forces Dean to kiss her)
Dean: Sorry, I can only stay with a chick so long – definitely not eternity.
|Sam: You were the one who said “Don’t come back,” Dad. You’re the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off you couldn’t control me anymore!|
|Girl: So you’re just going to kill me?
Kate: Oh no, we’re going to take you so high you’re never going to come down.
|John: So boys.
Sam: Yes, sir.
John: You ignored a direct order back there.
Sam: Yes, sir.
Dean: Yeah, but we saved your ass.
John: You’re right.
Dean: I am?
|Sam: Hey, Dad, whatever happened to that college fund?
John: Spent it on ammo.
|John: Get back in the car.
John: I said, get back in the car.
Sam: Yeah. And I said no.
|Dean: (breaking into a mortuary to steal dead man’s blood) Why do they make it so hard to steal from dead people?|
|John: Somewhere along the line I stopped being your father, and I became your drill sergeant.|
|John: It scares the hell out of me. You two are all I’ve got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So… we go after this damn thing… together.|
|Sam: Dad, we don’t even know what these things are yet.
John: They were what Danny Elkins killed best… vampires.
Dean: Vampires? I thought there was no such thing.
Sam: You never even mentioned them, Dad.
John: I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and, and others had wiped them out. I was wrong. Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won’t repel them, sunlight won’t kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part’s true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won’t know it’s a vampire until it’s too late.
|Dean: Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten, smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks. Wonder if that’s what happened to that 911 couple.
Sam: That’s probably what Dad’s thinkin’.
Sam: [mutters] ‘Course it’d be nice if he just *told* us what he thinks.
Dean: So it *is* starting.
Dean: Sam we been lookin’ for Dad all year, now we’re not with him for more than a couple hours and there’s static already?
Sam: No. Look, I’m happy he’s okay, all right, and I’m happy that we’re all workin’ together again.
Sam: It’s just the way he treats us like we’re children!
Dean: Oh God.
Sam: He, he barks orders at us, Dean! He expects us to follow him without question! He keeps us on some crap “need to know” deal!
Dean: Sam, he does what he does for a reason.
Sam: What reason?
Dean: Our job! There’s no time to argue, there’s no margin for error! All right, it’s just the way the old man runs things.
Sam: Yeah, well maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, all right? Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean are you tellin’ me you’re cool with just followin’ the line and lettin’ him run the whole show?
Dean: [Dean hesitates] If that’s what it takes.
Επεισόδιο 1×21 :
|John: Alright, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me.
Dean: Call you! Are you kidding me? (crosses towards John) Dad, I called you from Lawrence, alright. Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone – I’ve got a better chance of winning the lottery.
|Meg: Well, I’ve lied… a lot. I’ve stolen. I’ve lusted. And the other day I met this man – a nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat… sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest. Does that make me a bad person?|
|Pastor Jim: I like to say, salvation was created for sinners.|
|John: I’m going to kill you.
Meg: Oh, John, please – mind your blood pressure.
|Sam: Maybe we could tell them there’s a gas leak, that might get them out of the house for a few hours.
Dean: Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?
Sam: Yeah. (long pause) We could always tell them the truth.
Sam&Dean: (in unison) Naaah.
|Meg: You’re dead, John. Your boys are dead.
John: I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn’t work?
Meg: I am so not in the mood for this, I’ve just been shot
John: Well then, I guess you’re lucky the gun wasn’t real.
Meg: That’s funny, John. We’re gonna strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.
|Sam: Dean, uh, I want to thank you.
Dean: For what?
Sam: For everything. You’ve always had my back, you know. Even when I couldn’t count on anyone, I could always count on you. And, uh, I just wanted to let you know, just in case.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kidding me?
Dean: Don’t say just in case something happens to you, I don’t want to hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody’s dying tonight, not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a ***** ain’t getting any older than tonight, understand me?
|Cute Girl: Hi, is there anything I can do for you?
Dean: Oh god, yes.
|Meg: You shot me! I can’t believe you just shot me!|
|Meg: John, you made it. Too bad, really, I was hoping to kill more of your friends.
John: Sorry to disappoint you.
Meg: I can see where your boys get there good looks. But considering what they say about you, I thought you’d be taller.
|Meg: Holy water John… real cute!|
|Sam: It’s still in there!
Dean: Sam – Sam! No!
Sam: Dean, let me go it’s still in there!
Dean: It’s burning to the ground! It’s suicide!
Sam: I don’t care!
Dean: I DO!
|Sam: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom.
Dean: You said yourself once… that no matter what we do, they’re gone. And they’re never comin’ back.
Sam: (grabs Dean and shoves him up against the wall) Don’t you say that! Not you! Not after all this. Don’t you say that.
Dean: Sam, look… the three of us… that’s all we have… it’s all I have… sometimes I feel like I’m barely holding it together, man… without you and Dad…
Επεισόδιο 1×22 :
|Meg: An exorcism. Are you serious?
Dean: Oh, we’re going for it, baby. Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards.
|Dean: Where’s our father, Meg?
Meg: You didn’t ask very nice.
Dean: Where’s our father, b*tch?
Meg: You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot… You don’t.
|Dean: This sucks out loud.
Sam: Yeah, tell me about it.
|Dean: Hey, what’s happening, is there a fire?
Fireman: We’re figuring that out right now. Just stay back.
Dean: Well, I’ve got a yorkie upstairs and he pees when he’s nervous.
|Sam: But — the holy water?
John (possessed): You think something like that works on something like me?
|John (possessed): He’s gonna taste the iron in your blood.
Dean: Let him go, or I swear to God…
John (possessed): What? What are you and God gonna do? You see as far as I’m concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter. The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?
Dean: You got to be kidding me.
John (possessed): What? You the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that’s right, I forgot I did. Still, two wrongs don’t make a right.
Dean: You son of a *****.
Sam: I wanna know why. Why’d you do it?
John (possessed): You mean why’d I kill mommy and pretty little Jess?
John (possessed): (to Dean) You know I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything. You wanna know why? Because they got in the way.
Sam: In the way of what?
John (possessed): My plans for you, Sammy, you, and all the children like you.
Dean: Listen, you mind just getting this over with, because I really can’t stand the monologuing.
John (possessed): Funny, but that’s all part of your MO isn’t it? Mask all that nasty pain, mask the truth.
Dean: Oh yeah? What’s that?
John (possessed): You know you fight, and you fight for this family, but the truth is, they don’t need you, not like you need them. Sam, he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight its more concern than he’s ever shown you.
Dean: I bet you’re real proud of you kids too huh? Oh wait, I forgot, I wasted them.
|Sam: I’m gonna kill you!
John (possessed): Oh, that’d be a neat trick. In fact, make the gun float to you there, psychic boy.
|John: Killing this demon comes first. Before me, before everything.
Sam: (looks at wounded Dean) No sir. Not before everything.
|Meg: That’s kind of a turn on, you hitting a girl.
Dean: You’re no girl.
|Meg: He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That’s when I slit his throat.
Dean: For your sake, I hope you’re lying. ‘Cause if it’s true, I swear to *God* I will march into hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of *******, so help me God.
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