Season 2 Supernatural Quotes

Episode 20

What is and What Should Never Be

Dean: We don't? Well, we should. You're my brother.

Sam: You're my brother.

Dean: Yeah!

Sam: You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nayv.

Dean: Who?

Sam: Uh, my prom date. On prom night.

Dean: Yeah, that does kinda sound like me.

Sam: Dean! Dean. Oh, God. Come on. Hey, wake up. Wake up, damn it. Hey, hey.

Dean: Oh, Auntie Em. There's no place like home.

Sam: Thank God. I thought I lost you for a second.

Dean: You almost did.

Dean: But it's not real. None of it is.

Mary: It's still better than anything you ever had.

Dean: 'Course, I know what you'd say... well, not the you that played softball, but...

Sam: Look, whatever stupid you're about to do, you're not doing it alone and that's that.

Dean: I don't understand, why are you doing this?

Sam: Because you're still my brother.

Dean: Ever since Dad... all I can think about is how much this job has cost us. We've lost so much, we've sacrifieced so  much...

Sam: But people are alive because of you. It's worth it, Dean. It is. It's not fair, and ya'know it hurts like hell, but it's worth it.

Dean: You had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids...

Sam: Yeah, but Dean, it wasn't real.

Dean: I know. But I wanted to stay.

Sam: What's in the bag?

Dean: Nothing.

Sam: Nothing?

Dean: Yeah! Nothing!

Sam: Fine!

Dean: You don't want to do that!

Sam: Oh really? What the hell is this?!

Dean: Blood.

Sam: Yeah I can see that it's blood, Dean, but what the hell is it  doing in here?!

Dean: You don't really want to know.

Sam: You're having some kind of psychotic breakdown.

Dean: I wish.

Professor: Son? You been drinking?

Dean: Everybody keeps asking me that. But, uh, no.

Dean: See? Nothing to worry about.

Sam: Yeah, being fugitives is a freaking dance party.

Dean: What can I say, chicks dig the danger vibe.

Dean: My God, Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? And way hotter than that Bewitched chick.

Sam: Are you even listening to me?

Dean: Yeah.

Dean: The Djinn, it attacked me.

Sam: The gin, you were drinking gin?

Dean: No, ass-hat, the Djinn, the scary creature, remember?

Carmen: What do you say later we get you a cheeseburger?

Dean: Oh God yes. How'd I end up with such a cool chick?

Carmen: I just got low standards.

Dean: I'm dating a nurse? That is so... respectable!

Sam: I thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasy.

Dean: It wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never... ya know.

Sam: Yeah. Well, I'm glad we do.

Sam: Look, this isn't a dream, all right. I'm here with you, now, and you are about to kill yourself, Dean.

Dean: No, I'm pretty sure. Like, 90% sure. But I'm sure enough.

Dean: Sam, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we don't get along. I wish to hell I could stay to fix this. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it.

Sam: Dean, what're you talking about?

Dean: Nothing. Forget it. Hey, just tell Mom I love her. I'll see you, Sammy.

Dean: All of 'em. Everyone you saved, everyone Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman... haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is like, coming after me or something. Like it doesn't want me to be happy. 'Course I know what you'd say... Well, not that you who played softball, but... You'd say, "Go hunt the Djinn. It put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness over all those people's lives? No contest." Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? It's... yeah.

Carmen: What's gotten into you lately?

Dean: This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I feel like I've been given a second chance.

Sam: You know, I'm not asking you to change. I don't know I guess we just don't really have anything in common, ya know.

Dean: Wait, whoa whoa whoa. Yes we do, yes we do.

Sam: What?

Dean: Hunting.

Sam: Hunting? I've never been hunting in my life, Dean.

Dean: Yeah, well, then we should go sometime. I think you'd be great at it.

Dean: That lawn looks like it could use some mowing.

Mary: You want to mow the lawn?

Dean: Are you kidding me, I'd love to mow the lawn.

Mary: Knock yourself out. You'd think you've never mowed a lawn in your life.

Dean: Let me ask you a question. When you put me into bed when I was little, what did you always tell me?

Mary: Dean, I don't understand.

Dean: Just answer the question!

Mary: I told you angels were watching over you.

Dean: I don't believe it.

Dean: Bitch.

Sam: What're you calling me a bitch for?

Dean: You're supposed to say "jerk".

Sam: What?

Dean: Never mind.