Once More, With Lions
Bobby: You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the striga...
Dean: Oh, you know about that?
Bobby: Dean, everybody knows about that.
Dean: Really?
Bobby: Oh yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh?
Sam [about Jessica]: So many things to tell her. But how to make her see. The truth about my past? Impossible. She'd turn away from me.
Dean: I laugh in the face of danger! Ahahahaha!
Dean: I never get to go anywhere.
Paster Jim: Oh young Dean, one day you will be a hunter, and then you can chase those slobbering mangy stupid zombies from dawn until dusk.
John: What are you doing son?
Dean: Hunting.
John: Let an old pro show you how it's done.
Sam: Dean! Dean, you're messing up my mane hair.
Bobby: Home is where your rump rests.
John: Dean, I'm very disappointed in you!
Dean: I know.
John: You could have been killed! You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse: you put Sammy in danger!
Dean: You said you'd always be there for me! But you're not. It's because of me. It's my fault...
Jake: Why Sam, I'm surprised to see you... alive.
Sam: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
Alastair: Ah, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well Dean, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for starting the apocalypse.
Sam: What's happened to you? You're not the Dean I remember.
Dean: You're right, I'm not. Now are you satisfied?
Sam: No, just disappointed.
Dean: You know, you're starting to sound like my father.
Sam: Good. At least one of us does.
Chuck: Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows my sorrow...
Zachariah: Oh Chuck, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it!
... You don't want to know how many of those I could do from memory. All of them.
Dean: Oh, you know about that?
Bobby: Dean, everybody knows about that.
Dean: Really?
Bobby: Oh yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh?
Sam [about Jessica]: So many things to tell her. But how to make her see. The truth about my past? Impossible. She'd turn away from me.
Dean: I laugh in the face of danger! Ahahahaha!
Dean: I never get to go anywhere.
Paster Jim: Oh young Dean, one day you will be a hunter, and then you can chase those slobbering mangy stupid zombies from dawn until dusk.
John: What are you doing son?
Dean: Hunting.
John: Let an old pro show you how it's done.
Sam: Dean! Dean, you're messing up my mane hair.
Bobby: Home is where your rump rests.
John: Dean, I'm very disappointed in you!
Dean: I know.
John: You could have been killed! You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse: you put Sammy in danger!
Dean: You said you'd always be there for me! But you're not. It's because of me. It's my fault...
Jake: Why Sam, I'm surprised to see you... alive.
Sam: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
Alastair: Ah, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well Dean, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for starting the apocalypse.
Sam: What's happened to you? You're not the Dean I remember.
Dean: You're right, I'm not. Now are you satisfied?
Sam: No, just disappointed.
Dean: You know, you're starting to sound like my father.
Sam: Good. At least one of us does.
Chuck: Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows my sorrow...
Zachariah: Oh Chuck, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it!
... You don't want to know how many of those I could do from memory. All of them.