Magazine - Issue 20

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


Sam Winchester: Man, I had a weird dream.
Dean Winchester: Yeah? Clowns of 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 u 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: u 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,...