Magazine - Issue 09

Trickster: [to Sam] Let me tell you, whoever a dit Dean was the dysfunctional one, has never seen toi with a sharp object in your hands.


Sam Winchester: Man, I had a weird dream.
Dean Winchester: Yeah? Clowns ou midgets?


Dean Winchester: My God, you're a freak.


Dean Winchester: I'm tellin' you, Sam, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.
Sam Winchester: Sure, we'll get right on that. Where is she again?
Dean Winchester: Shut up.


Dean Winchester: Sammy, I get all tingly when toi take control like that.


Sam Winchester: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday,...

Sam Winchester: I'm Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner.


Dean Winchester: I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere...
Sam Winchester: Pretty much.
Dean Winchester: It's creepy, y'know, it's downright unsanitary!


Dean Winchester: toi saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean Winchester: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. Tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's called witchcraft, short bus.
Dean Winchester: ...You're the short bus, short bus...


Sam Winchester: We have to start looking at the big picture, Dean. Start thinking in strategies, in moves ahead. It's not so simple,...

Dean Winchester: [about Bela] Can I shoot her?
Sam Winchester: Not in public.


Bela Talbot: [to Dean] toi know, when this is over, we should really have some angry sex.
Dean Winchester: Don't objectify me. Lets go.


Dean Winchester: [to Sam about Gert] What a crazy old broad.
Sam Winchester: Why, because she believes in ghosts?
Dean Winchester: Haha, look at ya, stickin' up for ya girlfriend, toi cougar hound.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean Winchester: Not if she bites ya first.


Sam Winchester: How do toi sleep at night?
Bela Talbot: In silk sheets, rolling naked in money.


Dean Winchester: A Hand of Glory?...