Dean: “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.”
Dean:“Who do you think is a hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or you?”
Dean:“MySpace, what the hell is that? Seriously, is that like, some sort of porn site?”
Dean:"Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?"
Dean:"Dude, you full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week. That’s pretty naughty"!
Dean:“I’m Batman!”
Dean:"You fudgin' touch me again, I'll fudgin' kill ya!
Dean:"On Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors."
Dean:“The whistle makes me their god.”
Dean:"Check it out. Four score and seven years ago ... I had a funny hat."
Dean Winchester: You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and that they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
Dean: I think I'm adorable.
Dean: Look, just cause you’re hot for Metatron or Bieber or Beckham, just cause you know everything about them doesn’t mean that you actually know them.
Dean: A demon and an angel walk into my brother. It sounds like a bad joke.
Dean: I'm a painted whore.
Dean: What kind of douchebag names a character after himself?
Dean:You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags.
Dean:Memory foam. It remembers me.
Dean:He was my gay thing.
Dean:I guess standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to Purgatory.
Sam:“I lost my shoe.”
Sam:"Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again."
Sam: You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?
Sam: Okay, Sparky, and you know what, after we kill it, we can go to Disneyland.
Sam: Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.
Sam:Burn a Confederate soldier's bones in a town full of rednecks? Suuuure.
Castiel:"Today, you're my little bitch."
Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.
Castiel:This isn't funny Dean, the voice says I'm almost out of minutes!
Castiel: Hey, Ass-butt!
Castiel: If the pizzaman truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?
Castiel: [Looks at Dean and Sam, who are dumbfounded] I learned that from the pizza man.
Castiel: I'll interrogate the cat.
Crowley: Why'd you have to use tongue?
Crowley: “There’s a lot of angels swooning over you. God’s favorite. Buddy boy, you’ve got what they call sex appeal.”
Crowley: He’s my best friend, my partner in crime. They’ll write songs about us, graphic novels: The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel. Dean Winchester completes me. And that’s what makes you lose your chickens.
Crowley: You're lying to Sam like he's your wife. Which kinda makes me your mistress.
Crowley: Torture? Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier really putting the S.A.M. into S & M.
Jody: The guy still has nightmares about the barn episode of The Walking Dead.
Gabriel: You can't take the trick out of the trickster.
Gabriel: Bitch, please. You've been God more often than Dad has.
Ed:It’s Scooby-Doo time, douchebag. Take off the mask. I know you’re not Thinman. You’re just a me-me.
Kevin:This looks like a sex torture dungeon. Is this a sex torture dungeon?
Bobby: Suck on that, Swayze.
That's enough for today and seriously Dean has the best line so I leave you with.... Pudding!
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