(Dean is losing his memories...) Dean Winchester: Monsters are real. And we're the guys that kill 'em, man. I mean, come on. Best job ever. Sam Winchester: Yeah. If you like greasy diner food, crappy motels rooms, more than one Apocalypse. Dean Winchester: I don't know. We kinda sound like heroes to me.
(Dean is losing his memories...)
Dean Winchester: Monsters are real. And we're the guys that kill 'em, man. I mean, come on. Best job ever.
Sam Winchester: Yeah. If you like greasy diner food, crappy motels rooms, more than one Apocalypse.
Dean Winchester: I don't know. We kinda sound like heroes to me.
(Dean is losing his memories...) Dean Winchester: Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. There are witches? Sam Winchester: Dean... witches are real. Vampires, werewolves, witches, they're all real. And we kill them. Dean Winchester: Awesome. That's awesome.
Dean Winchester: Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. There are witches?
Sam Winchester: Dean... witches are real. Vampires, werewolves, witches, they're all real. And we kill them.
Dean Winchester: Awesome. That's awesome.
(Dean watches himself on CCTV recording not remembering what he did back then...) Dean Winchester: I'm trying to read my lips. "Now salsa you mittens." Sam Winchester: You can't read lips. Dean Winchester: I can't read lips. (Later on the recording Dean shoots a gun...) Dean Winchester (to Sam): And I take a shot. I know how to shoot a gun?
(Dean watches himself on CCTV recording not remembering what he did back then...)
Dean Winchester: I'm trying to read my lips. "Now salsa you mittens."
Sam Winchester: You can't read lips.
Dean Winchester: I can't read lips.
(Later on the recording Dean shoots a gun...)
Dean Winchester (to Sam): And I take a shot. I know how to shoot a gun?
(Sam is trying to figure out why is Dean losing his memories...) Rowena: We could do a memory spell. But did his hair fall out? His body, too? Sam Winchester: What? Rowena: From the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll? Sam Winchester: I don't know. Uh, and I'm not checking either.
(Sam is trying to figure out why is Dean losing his memories...)
Rowena: We could do a memory spell. But did his hair fall out? His body, too?
Sam Winchester: What?
Rowena: From the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll?
Sam Winchester: I don't know. Uh, and I'm not checking either.
(Dean is starting to lose memories, he just forgot his name for a second...) Dean Winchester: Dude... if a witch got a clear shot of me, I would be dead, okay? I wouldn't be freakin', uh... Dory. Sam Winchester: Dory? Dean Winchester: I'm not gonna apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.
(Dean is starting to lose memories, he just forgot his name for a second...)
Dean Winchester: Dude... if a witch got a clear shot of me, I would be dead, okay? I wouldn't be freakin', uh... Dory.
Sam Winchester: Dory?
Dean Winchester: I'm not gonna apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.
Dean Winchester: Well, I guess it's true what they say. Mo' money, mo' problems.
Dean Winchester: I'm starvin'. How you feel about waffles? Sam Winchester: What? Dean Winchester: Dumb question. Right. What psycho doesn't love waffles? I mean, they're fluffy. You got the little pockets full of syrup. You just cover 'em in whipped cream. Am I right? Anyway, meet me at Waldos', okay?
Dean Winchester: I'm starvin'. How you feel about waffles?
Dean Winchester: Dumb question. Right. What psycho doesn't love waffles? I mean, they're fluffy. You got the little pockets full of syrup. You just cover 'em in whipped cream. Am I right? Anyway, meet me at Waldos', okay?
Ishim: I used to envy you, Castiel. You believe that? You survived Hell. You were chosen by God. But now look at you. You're just sad and pathetically weak. So now... I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna cure you of your human weakness same way I cured my own... by cutting it out. (means he's gonna kill Dean)
Dean Winchester (to Lily): See, Cas is our family, so we can't let you hurt him.
Ishim (to Castiel): The way you let those simians talk to you... Castiel, when did you get so gooey?
Ishim (to Castiel): No wings, no home. Just a ratty old coat and a pair of poorly trained monkeys. Dean Winchester: Oh. Well, you can go to Hell.
Ishim (to Castiel): No wings, no home. Just a ratty old coat and a pair of poorly trained monkeys.
Dean Winchester: Oh. Well, you can go to Hell.
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