Sam Winchester quotes from Supernatural

Dean

Oh, I'm not carrying that. [Sam gives him a look] It could go off. [grabs a flashlight] I'll man the flashlight.

Sam

You do that.

Sam

One...two...three! [Opens locker to reveal a meowing cat]

Dean

[Lets out a long, exceedingly girly scream] That was scary!

Dean

What are we doing?

Sam

We're hunting a ghost.

Dean

A ghost. Exactly. Who does that?

Sam

Us.

Dean

Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, c'mon, we hunt monsters! What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run. But not us, no no no, we... we search out things that want to kill us! Yeah, huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We... are insane! You know, then there’s the bad diner food and the--and the skeevy motel rooms and the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously! I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me, eight hours a day every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and I- and I-I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you... you're gassy! You eat half a burrito and you get toxic! I mean, you know what, you can forget it.

Sam

Dean, where're you going?

Dean

Stay away from me Sam, okay? Because I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the-and the-and the Hell Hounds and the Ghost Sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. I quit.

Sam

Yeah. How you feeling, by the way?

Dean

Fine.

Bobby

You sure, Dean? 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary.

Dean

I'm fine. What? You want to go hunt? I'll hunt... I'll kill anything.

Sam

[playfully] Awwww.

Bobby

[equally playful] He's adorable.

Sam

Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?

Dean

It's Halloween, man.

Sam

Yeah. For us, every day is Halloween.

Dean

Don't be a downer. Anything interesting?

Sam

It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell, if you didn't?

Dean

Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do with it.

Dean

Oh, come on. Aren't you a little bit tempted?

Sam

No. Wouldn't be real. Wouldn't trust it.

Dean

I don't know. That bear seemed pretty real.

Sam

Yeah.

Dean

Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started. Think about it. You'd be some big yuppie lawyer with a nice car and a white picket fence.

Sam

Not what I'd wish for.

Dean

Seriously?

Sam

It's too late to go back to our old lives, Dean. I'm not that guy anymore.

Dean

All right, well, what, then? Hmm? What would Sammy wish for?

Sam

Lilith's head on a plate. Bloody.

Sam

Dean, wake up!

Dean

What? I'm up. What?

Sam

Sleep well?

Dean

Yeah. Tan, rested, and ready.

Sam

Dean, come on, man. You think I can't see it?

Dean

See what?

Sam

The nightmares, the drinking. I'm with you 24/7. I know something's going on.

Dean

Sam, please.

Sam

Uriel wasn't lying, but you are. You remember Hell, don't you?

Dean

What do you want from me, huh? What?

Sam

The truth, Dean. I mean, I'm your brother. I-I just wish you'd talk to me.

Dean

Careful what you wish for.

Sam

Cute.

Dean

Come on, can we stow the couples therapy, huh? We're on a job. I want to work. What do you got? Please?

"Be careful what you wish for." You know who says that? Good looking jerks like you guys, the ones who've got it so easy because you happen to be handsome.

Easy?

Yeah. Women -- Women look at you, right? They notice you.

Sam

Believe us, we do not have it easy.

Dean

We are miserable. We never get what we want. In fact, we have to fight tooth and nail just to keep whatever it is we've got.

Sam

But you know what? Maybe that's the whole point, Wes.

Dean

Yeah, people are people 'cause they're miserable bastards, 'cause they never get what they really want.

Sam

Right, yeah, you get what you want, you get crazy.

Dean

Just take a look at Michael Jackson, hmm? Or Hasselhoff.

Dean

You were right.

Sam

About what?

Dean

I shouldn't have lied to you. I do remember everything that happened to me in the Pit. Everything.

Sam

So, tell me about it.

Dean

No. I won't lie anymore, but I'm not going to talk about it.

Sam

Dean, look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone. You've gotta let me help.

Dean

How? Do you really think that a little heart-to-heart, some sharing and caring, is gonna change anything? Hmm? Somehow... heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here.

Sam

I know that.

Dean

The things that I saw.... there aren't words. There is no forgetting. There's no making it better. Because it is right here... forever. You wouldn't understand. And I could never make you understand. So I am sorry.

Sam

You're not pissed we're going after the girl; you're pissed Ruby threw us the tip.

Dean

Right, 'cause as far as you're concerned that Hell-bitch is practically family. Boy, something major must have happened while I was downstairs, 'cause I come back and you're--and you're BFF with a demon?

Sam

I told you, Dean, she helped me go after Lilith.

Dean

Well, thanks for the thumbnail. Real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?

Sam

Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first: how was Hell? Don't spare the details.

Proof. This body is 100% socially conscious. I recycle. Al Gore would be proud.

Sam

You grabbed a coma patient?

You didn't want me to take a body with someone in it, and I made sure that the spirit was gone. Apartment was empty. You happy?

Sam

Why are you here?

I can't bring Dean back. But I can get you something else that you want.

Sam

Huh. And, uh... what's that?

Lilith.

Sam

You want me to use my psychic whatever.

Look, I know that it spooks you...

Sam

Skip the speech. I'm ready. Let's go.

Slow down there, cowboy.

Sam

Just tell me what I have to do.

Look, Lilith is one scary bitch. When I was in the Pit, there was talk. She's cooking up something big, apocalyptic big.

Sam

So let's kill her.

You want to go in there and half-ass it like before? We have the time to get it right. Let's get it right.

Sam

Okay. What do you want from me?

Well, a little patience... and sobriety. Promise me that... and I will teach you everything I know.

Dean

Sam?

Sam

Yeah?

Dean

Too much information.

Sam

Hey, I told you I was coming clean.

Dean

Yeah, well, now I feel dirty. Okay, well, uh, brain-stabbing imagery aside... So far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad.

Sam

Yeah, well, there's more to the story.

Dean

Just... skip the nudity, please.

Sam

Where's Bobby?

Dean

Uh, Dominican. He said if we break anything, we buy it.

Sam

Is he working a job?

Dean

God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.

Sam

Now that's seared in my brain.

Sam, is that you?

Sam

I'm right here.

Oh. Know how I can tell? That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing.

Dean

I know you heard him.

Sam

Who?

Dean

Alastair. What he said... About how I had promise.

Sam

I heard him.

Dean

You're not curious?

Sam

Dean, I'm damned curious. But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing.

Dean

It wasn't four months, you know.

Sam

What?

Dean

It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years.

Sam

My God.

Dean

They, uh... they sliced and carved and tore me in ways that you... until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly... I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And Alastair... at the end of every day--every one--he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack. If I put souls on. If I started the torture. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The... the things that I did to them.

Sam

Dean... Dean, look, you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have.

Dean

How I feel, this... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damned thing.