Dean Winchester quotes from Supernatural

Sam

I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.

Dean

Why?

Sam

Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two: Black Sabbath, Motörhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.

Dean

Well, house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.

Sam

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

Dean

Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud.

Dean

You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.

Sam

And who is that?

Dean

One of us.

Sam

Hey, Dean. What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.

Dean

[holds up hand to stop Sam] No chick flick moments.

Sam

Alright... jerk.

Dean

Bitch.

So you want to give us your real name?

Dean

I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.

I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.

Dean

We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh... "squeal like a pig" trouble?

Sam

We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.

Dean

Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?

Sam

Yeah.

Dean

Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not just gonna sit this out. Now, we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator-friend.

Sam

Finding Dad's not enough? [slams trunk] Now we gotta babysit, too?

And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?

Dean

Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.

Dean

You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours?

Sam

Dean...

Dean

No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man; it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?

Dean

That is not how you yell like that. [holds up their dad's journal] This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off, you know, saving people, hunting things — the family business.

Sam

That makes no sense. Why, why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants; tell us where he is?

Dean

I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's given us a job to do and I intend to do it.

Sam

Dean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.

Dean

Okay, alright, Sam; we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul, it's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.

Sam

How do you do it? How does Dad do it?

Dean

Well, for one, them. [looks over at Haley and her brother] I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell; maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable. I'll tell you what else helps: killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.

Must you cheapen the moment?

Dean

Yeah.

Sam

"Kids are the best"? You don't even like kids.

Dean

I love kids.

Sam

Name three children that you even know.

Dean

I'm thinking!

Dean

So, crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists. Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while? I'm not so bad myself. You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something... anyway... well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or uh... or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything, you could draw me a picture about what you saw that day with your dad on the lake.

[continues drawing]

Dean

Okay, no problem. This is for you. [hands Lucas the picture he drew] This is my family. [points to the people he drew] That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me. Alright, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas.

Dean

[puts a box of sandwiches in car] All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time.

Zeppelin rules!

Dean

That's right. Up high. [raises hand for a high-5] You take care of your mom, okay?

[kisses Dean] Thank you.

Dean

[embarrassed] Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road.

Sam

So what, all of this never keeps you up at night? [Dean shakes his head] Never. You're never afraid?

Dean

[shakes head again] No, not really. [Sam reaches under Dean's pillow, pulls out knife] That's not fear. That is precaution.

Sam

Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.

Sam

Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up walkman?

Dean

[proudly] 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.

Sam

[sarcastically] Yeah, I can see that.

Sam

Alright, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane.

Dean

Wha...what? Now just hang on a second—

Sam

Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash.

Dean

I know.

Sam

Well, okay. Then we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon, and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets and you just go get whatever you can from the trunk, whatever will get past security, meet me back here in five minutes. [Dean looks shocked] You okay?

Dean

No, not really.

Sam

What? What's wrong?

Dean

Well, I kinda have this problem with, um... [makes the movement of plane taking off with his hands]

Sam

Flying?

Dean

It's never really been an issue until now.

Sam

You're joking, right?!

Dean

Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?

Sam

Alright, uhh... I'll go.

Dean

What?!

Sam

I'll do this one on my own.

Dean

Are you nuts? You said it yourself: the plane's gonna crash.

Sam

Look, Dean, we can do it together, I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option here.

Dean

Come on! Really? Man...