Supernatural Season 5 Quotes

Episode 22

Swan Song

Chuck: On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville - a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala important car - no, the most important object - in pretty much the whole universe. She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alchoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor, "gettin' folks right for Judgement Day". That's what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile. After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine brought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins. And here's where it ends.

Sam: You're gonna let me say yes?

Dean: No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown - well, overgrown - man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play.

Sam: That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say.

Dean: Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you.

Sam: Thank you.

Sam: You go find Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb enough to take you in, and you - you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me

Bobby: He gets in... you fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch.

Sam: You, sir.

Chuck: The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray - it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents - to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs - really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed, 'cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The Devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive.

Lucifer: I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all - how odd you always felt, how... out of place in that... family of yours. And why shouldn't you have? They were foster care - at best. I'm your real family.

Castiel: It's starting.

Dean: Yeah, you think, genius?

Castiel: You don't have to be mean.

Chuck: In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day - sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls... but they were never, in fact, homeless. That's a good line.

Castiel: Hey, ass-butt!

Dean: 'Ass-butt'!

Chuck: So, what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test... for Sam and Dean. And I think they did it all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point?