— Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?
— How'd you know?
Susan: Oh, you just look the type. So, uh, a king-size bed?
— What?! No, uh no, we're… Two singles. We're just brothers.

— Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that… I got laid.

A bloody, violent monster… and you wanna be Facebook friends with him?

— I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere…
— Pretty much.
— It's creepy, y'know, it's downright unsanitary!

— You remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
— Dude! Could you be more gay? Don't answer that.

— You ripped off a cement truck?
— I'll give it back.

Mr. Morality here, he brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat.

— Go get him tiger.
— Wait, you're not coming?
— No, there's demons up there. It's not safe.

Sammy wherever you are, Mom is a babe. I'm going to Hell. Again.

Wow. Running from angels... on foot... in heaven. With out-of-the-box thinking like that, I'm surprised you boys haven't stopped the Apocalypse already.

— I'm just saying we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, and I'm something called a Jared Padalecki.
— So what, now you're Polish?!

— Dude, you have a camel in your backyard.
— It's an alpaca, dumbass.

— I think there's something weird going on here.
— Yeah – she wasn't even that into me!