Sam Winchester

— When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a.45.
— Well, what was he supposed to do?
— I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark."

— What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases.
— Whose childhood are you talking about?

— It appeared before me and I just... this feeling washed over me. Like peace. Like grace.
— Okay, ecstasy boy. Maybe we’ll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat.

— No way. That's my Division Championship soccer trophy! I can't believe he kept this.
— Yeah, it's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy.

— We still got to see the new "raiders" movie.
— Saw it.
— Without me?
— You were in hell.
— That's no excuse!

— Dean, get me a bucket.
— Find something?
— No, I think I'm going to puke.

Sam digs into the corpse

— Nah, it's ok. You know, the truth is even at Stanford, deep down I never really fit in.
— Well that's 'cause you're a freak.
— Yeah, thanks.
— Well, I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you... All the way.

— Meg. Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window.
— Yeah, thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings, by the way.
— Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop.

— What the hell happened to him?
— Me.

Castile carries Dean

— Dude, all right, I'll admit, we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake! I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?!
— We'll just put it Spongebob-side down.

— Hey, there's salt over here. Right inside the door.
— You mean like protection-against-demons salt or oops-I-spilled-the-popcorn salt?

— Dean, I’ve been thinking.
— Well, that’s never a good thing.

— You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
— Wait. there's no such thing as unicorns?

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