Pamela Barnes: [slaps Dean on the side of his head] That's for getting me killed.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, that's probably less than I deserve. If it makes you feel any better, we got Ash killed too.
Ash: [Clicks fingers and makes the horns gesture] *I'm cool with it!*
Dean Winchester: He's cool with it.
Dean Winchester: Cas, hey, so er, so I found Sam but something just happened. There was this weird beam of light.
Castiel: Don't go into the light!
Dean Winchester: OK, thanks... Carol Anne.
Dean Winchester: A bit trippy, right?
Sam Winchester: Yeah.
[noticed Dean's T-shirt]
Sam Winchester: More trippy, um, apparently you "wuv hugs"
Dean Winchester: [Looks at his T-shirt] Shut up.
Ash: This ain't the first time you been here. I mean, you boys die more than anyone I have ever met.
Dean Winchester: Really?
Ash: Ahh, yeah, you don't remember. God! Angels... must have Windexed your brains.
Dean Winchester: Go ahead Roy, do it. But I'm gonna warn ya, when I come back, I'm gon be pissed.
Castiel: You think maybe, just maybe, we should find out what the hell God has been saying?
Sam Winchester: ...Maybe that's what Heaven is: you relive your greatest hits.
Dean Winchester: Your heaven is somebody else's Thanksgiving, okay? It's bailing on your family. I mean, what do you want me to say?
Sam Winchester: Man, I never got the crusts cut off my PB&J... I just don't look at family the way you do.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, but *I'm* your family. We're supposed to be a team, it's supposed to be you and me against the world, right?
Sam Winchester: Dean, it is.
Dean Winchester: ...Is it?
Dean Winchester: Gloat all you want, you dick. You're still bald.
Castiel: You have to find an angel, his name is Joshua.
Dean Winchester: Hey, man, no offense, but we are kinda ass-full of angels alright?