Sam Winchester

[Dean is overjoyed to have his Impala back]
— Look, if you two need time alone, just say so.
— [to the Impala] Don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us.

— I talked to Mr. Beetle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.
— That's weird?
— Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th-century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections, the death rate was insane.
— Good times.
— Right. So, doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep the infections from spreading. One way was maggots.
— Dude, I'm eating.
— It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat the bad tissue and they leave good tissue. And get this: When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.
— Dude, I'm eating!

— I know about the Mark. I have your grace. I make the rules. Heh, it's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it.
*took away grace*
*shot in the leg*
— We have your grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um... What's the phrase?... blow your fricking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron.
— Learn it, live it, love it.

— What?
— Nothing.
— Dean! What!?
— Dude, you full on had a girl up inside of you for like a week. That's pretty naughty.

No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex. Dean, they basically just outlawed 90 percent of your personality.

— You know I gotta say… I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it.
— Miss what?
— How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?

You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It’s Sam, okay?

— We can't just waste 'em with a headshot?
— Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.

— Dean, you should stay back.
— No argument here. I’ve had my head screwed with enough for one day.

— Here. (hands Sam a card) Give them my insurance.
— (sceptically) Elroy McGillicuddy?
— And his two loving sons.

— Our lives are weird, man.
— You're telling me. Come on.