Quotes
Dean: Oh, no. There's not much to tell, you know? It's, uh... I lived on the road... Took, uh, crap jobs that nobody else wanted.
Sid: Like?
Dean: Like... Pest control.
Sid: Really? Pest control.
Dean: Yeah. You get to work with a partner. You get to help people. You have no idea what's in some people's walls. It could eat 'em alive.

Azazel: The big Daddy brought your pal Cas back, so why not me? Add a little spice to all that sugar?

Sam: I was expecting, I don't know, a hug? Some holy water in the face, something!

Sam: You finally had what you wanted Dean.
Dean: I wanted my brother. Alive.
Sam: You wanted a family. You have for a long time. Maybe the whole time. You only gave it up because of the way we lived. You had something. You were building something. Had I shown up Dean, you would've just run off. Gwen: My God, you have delicate features for a hunter.

Samuel: We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up, pulled me down.

Samuel: Stick around and I'll show you tricks your Daddy didn't even dream of.

Bobby: Just don't touch the decor okay. Assume it's all loaded.

Lisa: Yeah, well, the guy that basically just saved the world shows up at your door, you expect him to have a couple of issues. You're always so amazing with Ben. You know what I wanted more than anything was a guy Ben could look up to like, like a dad. So you're saying it's all bad Dean, cause it was the best year of my life.

Dean: I showed up on their doorstep half out of my head with grief. God knows why they even let me in. I drank too much. I had nightmares. I looked everywhere, I collected hundreds of books, trying to find anything to bust you out.
Sam: You promised you'd leave it alone.
Dean: Of course I didn't leave it alone! Sue me!

Samuel: Soccer mom huh? I'll have to look that up on the "intranet".

Samuel: What ever it goes way past a couple of Djinn acting off. Nocturnals attacking in broad daylight, werewolves out on the half moon. Creatures we've never seen before; we don't even know what they are. I'm knee deep in half-eaten human hearts and exsanguinated ten year olds, and it's all making me...uneasy.

Sam: I don't want to talk about it. I get to breathe fresh air, have a beer, hunt with my family, see you again. So why exactly would I want to think about Hell?