Dean:
At least wear the damn shirt.
I'm asking you to play your part.
Never been late in your damn life, Sam, and now you're dragging ass.
Sam:
Okay, not a demon! Not a demon! Just -- just a hunter. Sheesh.
There is no getting out
Trust me, I've got plenty of mileage.
So it doesn't matter what happens. So everything you did, it all means nothing?
Castiel :
I need you to let me touch it
Bobby:
Touch it?
Samuel Colt:
Well, when you've done this job as long as I have...a giant from the future with some magic brick doesn't exactly give you the vapors.