Sam Winchester quotes from Supernatural

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...

Sam

Just try to relax.

Dean

Just try to shut up.

Sam

Are you humming Metallica?

Dean

Calms me down.

Sam

Look, man, I get you're nervous, alright, but you gotta stay focused.

Sam

What if she's already possessed?

Dean

There's ways to test that. I brought holy water.

Sam

No, I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God.

Dean

Uhh, nice. [stands]

Sam

Hey!

Dean

What?

Sam

Say it in Latin.

Dean

Yeah, I know. [begins to leave]

Sam

Hey!

Dean

What?!

Sam

Uhh...in Latin, it's Christo.

Dean

Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot.

Sam

Hey, night vision? [Dean switches the camera to night vision mode] Thanks, perfect. [looks at Dean through digital camera's night vision]

Dean

Do I look like Paris Hilton?

Dean

Alright, you know what? That's it. [pulls car over, turns to face Sam] This is about Jessica, isn't it? [Sam says nothing] You think that's your dirty little secret? That you killed her somehow? [Sam is silent] Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean the nightmares and, and, and calling her name out in the middle of the night. It's gonna kill you. Now listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If you want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. [still no response from Sam] Alright, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean, I'm the one who dragged you away from her in the first place.

Sam

I don't blame you.

Dean

Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, 'cause there was nothing you could've done.

Sam

I could have warned her.

Dean

About what? You didn't know it was gonna happen. And besides, all of this isn't a secret. I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway.

Sam

No, you don't.

Dean

I don't what?

Sam

You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything.

Dean

[looks slightly confused] What are you talking about?

Sam

Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?

Dean

[shocked] No... I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it.

Sam

Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are going to die after that? Now, we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.

Dean

[after surveying room full of broken mirrors] Hey, Sam?

Sam

Yeah?

Dean

This has gotta be like, what, 600 years bad luck?

Sam

Charlie? [Charlie turns around] Your boyfriend's death. You really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped him. Sometimes bad things just happen. [Charlie acknowledges, leaves]

Dean

[taps Sam on shoulder; he turns around] That's good advice.

Dean

Hey, Sam?

Sam

Yeah?

Dean

Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was.

Sam

Look, you're my brother. And I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.

Dean

I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talking about. You lied to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just... it'll be easier if...

Sam

...I was like you.

Dean

Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig, [takes out gun] it ain't without perks.

I am your brother. See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me. [backs away]

Sam

What are you talkin' about?

You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin', just poof. Left me with your sorry ass.

Dean

That better be you, Sam, and not that freak of nature.

Sam

Yeah, it's me. He went to Becca's...looking like you.

Dean

Well, he's not stupid; he picked the handsome one.

Dean

Sorry, man.

Sam

About what?

Dean

I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be...Joe College.

Sam

Nah, it's okay. You know, truth is even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.

Dean

Well, that's 'cause you're a freak.

Sam

Yeah, thanks.

Dean

Well, I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you all the way.

Sam

[chuckles] Yeah, I know you are.

Dean

Your, uhh, half-caff double vanilla latte's getting cold over here, Francis.

Sam

Bite me.

Dean

I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you.

Sam

What about the shotgun?

Dean

I said that you were hunting ghosts and spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.

Sam

And he believed you?

Dean

Well, you look like a dumbass pledge.