Dean Winchester quotes from Supernatural

Dean

Frigging cops.

Sam

They're just doing their job.

Dean

No, they're doing our job. Only they don't know it, so they suck at it.

Dean

Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you tell that poor son of a bitch that - - Wh-what did you say? Remand the tapes that he copied? Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation? That's messed up.

Sam

What, are you pissed at me or something?

Dean

No, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a fed you are. I mean come on, we could've at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here.

Sam

[laugh] Mandroid?

Dean

Except for the mandroid part. I liked him. He's not that different from you and me. People think we're crazy.

Sam

Yeah, except he's not a hunter Dean. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this, he'd get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark and stay alive.

Dean

Yeah, I guess.

Dean

Are you nuts?

That's just it, I'm not nuts. I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles, but this is real! I mean, I was right! Except for the mandroid thing, thank you.

Dean

Yeah, don't mention it.

[on the phone, in the command center] This is Special Agent Victor Henrickson.

Dean

Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now.

Good. Me neither.

Dean

So-

It's my job to bring you in; alive's a bonus but not necessary.

Dean

Whoa. That's kinda harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?

Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean? [Dean looks horrified] I want you and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam, too. Bonnie to your Clyde.

Dean

Yeah, well, that part's true, but how'd you even know we were here?

Go screw yourself, that's how I knew. It's become my job to know about you, Dean. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad.

Dean

[darkly] Hey, you don't know crap about my dad.

Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was. White supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to.

Dean

You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero.

Yeah. Right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic.

Dean

[pounds his forehead in frustration as he hangs up the phone.]

Dean

You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns, too. In fact, I hear that they they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!

Sam

Wait. There's no such thing as unicorns?

Dean

That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there’s some legends that you just... you file under "Bull Crap".

Sam

And you got angels on the "Bull Crap" list?

Dean

Yep.

Sam

Why?

Dean

Because I've never seen one.

Sam

So what?

Dean

So, I believe in what I can see.

Sam

Dean, you and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about.

Dean

Exactly, with our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed, that we would have crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a demon or a spirit. You know? They find people a few fries short of a Happy Meal and they trick 'em into killing these randoms.

Dean

Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by hooker from God. HA!

Sam

I'm laughing on the inside.

Dean

Look, I'll admit, I'm a bit of a skeptic. But since when are you all Mr. 700 Club? No, seriously, from the get-go, you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. What's next, you're going to start praying every day?

Sam

I do.

Dean

What?

Sam

I do pray every day. I have for a long time.

Dean

Things you learn about a guy.

Sam

Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's gonna do something awful, and I can stop it!

Dean

You know, you're supposed to be bad, too, Sam. Maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now.

Sam

You know what, Dean, I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?

Dean

What, that this is an angel?

Sam

Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!

Dean

Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's - hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that –- Mom. She used to tell me when she'd tuck me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me.

Sam

You never told me that.

Dean

What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. There's just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere. It rips you to shreds. So, you want me to believe in this stuff? I'm gonna need to see some hard proof. You got any?

Sam

What'd you find out?

Dean

You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.

Dean

Sam!

Sam

I begged you to stop me, Dean!

Dean

Put the knife down, damn it!

Sam

I told you, I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean, kill me, or I'm gonna kill her! Please! You'd be doing me a favor. Shoot me. Shoot me! [Dean pauses a long time, ready to shoot.]

Dean

No, Sammy, come on. [He lowers the gun.]

Sam

What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?!

Dean

Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances.

Naw, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. I wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway, fun's over now.

You know, when people wanna describe the worst possible thing, they say, "It's like Hell." [He punches Dean.] Well, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um –- [he punches Dean again] -- well, it's like Hell. Even for demons. [Another punch.] It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. [Another punch.] And you sent me back there.

Dean

Meg.

No. Not anymore. Now, I'm Sam. [Another punch.] By the way –- [he grabs Dean’s shoulder, where Dean has a very tender bullet wound] –- I saw your dad there. He says, "Howdy." All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was gonna torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your dad. And deep down... you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you.

Sam

No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.

Dean

It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you.

Sam

Yeah, this time. What about next time?

Dean

Sam, when Dad told me... that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you.

Dean

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... hold on a minute!!

Sam

What?

Dean

C'mon, dude, that's not how it happened!

Sam

No? So you never drank a purple nurple?

Dean

Yeah maybe that, but I don't say things like "feisty little wildcat" and her name wasn't Starla.

Sam

Then what was it?

Dean

[pauses] I don't know... but she was a classy chick. She was a grad student. Anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories.

My God, you are attractive!

Dean

Thanks. But no time for that now. You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please? Lives are at stake.

[staring at Dean] I'm sorry, I just... I can't even concentrate. It's like staring... into the sun.