Quotes from Supernatural - Season 10
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Demon: Whatever soul you had, whatever boy scout code you cuddled up to at night, it's all gone.
Dean: ♫ I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for love, love's going to leave me! ♫
Dean: Well, let's not argue about good sex.
Crowley: In my bed?
Dean: What? Oh, yeah.
Castiel: I'm sensing awkwardness.
Hannah: Heaven needs your help.
Crowley: You're dead.
Sam: Nope, just using a dead man's phone.
Sam: I don't know how you did this, what kind of... black magic stunt you pulled, but hear me – I will save my brother or die trying.
Crowley: My pet? He's my best friend. My partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels, "The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel".
Daniel: For the first time in thousands of years, I have choices, and with each choice I begin to discover who I really am.
Crowley: If I have to spend one more night in this fetid petri dish of broken dreams and B.O, I will cut off my own face.
Hannah: Without rules, there's chaos. Out of chaos rise angels like Naomi, Bartholomew, Metraton...
Dean: There's no trade, there's no meet-up, there's no nothing. Expect the 100% guarantee that somewhere down the road I will find you and I will kill you.
Sam Winchester: Dean isn't Dean right now.
Cole Trenton: That's exactly what a psycho liar would say.
Crowley: We need to talk about your anger management issues.
Hannah: Castiel, I think the Winchesters are a bad influence on you.
Castiel: Sam and Dean may be a bit rough around the edges, but they are the best men I've ever known, and they're my friends.
Crowley: How have you been feeling? On edge? Pent up? Unfulfilled?
Dean Winchester: You sound like a Viagra commercial, you know that right?
Crowley: This isn't about "Little Dean", it's about the mark.
Crowley: Face it, darling, you're and addict. Death is your drug and you're going to spend the rest of your life chasing that dragon.
Crowley: We live in a very materialistic world.
Hannah: You're very kind.
Kim: Well, makes up for me being an axe murderer and all.
Dean Winchester: Well, you just get that pervy "I'd do anything to nail my secretary" look.
Frankie: One time, I dreamed that my snot was a rocket and it shot into space and knocked down the stars to make room for more rockets.
Crowley: Kill me.
Crowley: What do you think you're doing?
Dean Winchester: What ever I want.
Crowley: Crazy ones, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material.
Crowley: Hello, Bullwinkle. You miss me?
Metatron: You know perfectly well what she's doing, Ass-tiel.
Castiel: I've made deals born of desperation and they always end in blood and tears... Always.
Castiel: I've made peace with my fate.
Castiel: I enjoy thinking about you locked up in here, rotting until the end of time. It's my happy place.
Metatron: Dead man walking!
Dean Winchester: Right now, I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out, with my teeth.
Dean Winchester: What is this, a Lifetime movie?
Dean Winchester: You know kung fu?
Cole Trenton: I know everything.
Dean Winchester: What did you think was going to happen, huh? You just stroll up here and say, "My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die" and I just roll over?
Crowley: I don't want to get bonned.
Crowley: Stop it, Samantha. No one likes a tease.
Dean Winchester: It's just a car, Sam.
Sam Winchester: Buckle up!
Hannah: I worry about you.
Dean Winchester: So let me ask you... Which one of us is really the monster?
Lester: Now all I think about is revenge. Pay back.
Dean Winchester: That line, that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunt, ain't so clear, isn't it?
Crowley: It's Hell. You wait. It's what you do.
Crowley: I was thinking of better days.
Castiel: Sometimes enough is whatever you have.
Dean Winchester: I'm lovin' the new model – lean, mean, Dean.
Sam Winchester: We don't get to quit in this family.
Crowley: Anyone else hungry to betray me?
Hannah: Like laser, got it.
Crowley: Talk about roadkill.
Crowley: Why can't you people just sit on clouds and play harps like you're supposed to?
Dean Winchester: Come on Sammy! Don't you want to hang out with your big brother? Spend a little quality time?
Crowley: You owe me.
Dean Winchester: You act like I want to be cured. Personally, I like the disease.
Castiel: You look terrible.
Castiel: It'd take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away.
Dean Winchester: You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense.
Dean Winchester: That sling come with a slice of cry baby pie on the side?
Dean Winchester: I'm just saying that crazy might not be half as crazy as you think.
Dean Winchester: This flea bag looks like she ain't done chowing down on Sons of Anarchy just yet.
Dean Winchester: Guy at the bar saw you before you went all Wolverine on his body.
Dean Winchester: Maybe we bot you needed that time off.
Kate: I don't care. I'm sick of the lies.
Kate: I'll pretty much try anything to keep that side of me under control.
Kate: She's family, and, yeah, worth eating a bullet for.
Dean Winchester: Not to mention I never even said "thank you," so...
Sam Winchester: You don't ever have to say that. Not to me.
Kate: You son of a bitch!
Tasha: I can't believe my own sister betrayed me.
Tasha: You've always had crappy taste in guys.
Tasha: Eat his heart out.
Tasha: I'm a freakin' super hero.
Kate: Who kills innocent people?
Sam Winchester: And what if you're not ready.
Dean Winchester: Maybe I'm not ready to hunt, but I'm just trying to do the right thing, man, 'cause I'm just so sick and tired of doing the wrong one.
Siobhan: Ghost meet Winchester.
Sam Winchester: I take it that means your feeling back to normal?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, whatever normal is in our world.
Sam Winchester: Hugh Jackman got cast off "Oklahoma".
Dean Winchester: You ran tech, Wolverine.
Dean Winchester: What in the holy...
Sam Winchester: I am Special Agent Smith, this is my partner, Special Agent...
Dean Winchester: Smith.
Sam Winchester: Smith. No relation.
Dean Winchester: There is no singing in Supernatural!
Dean Winchester: I'm gonna throw up.
Dean Winchester: You know they're brothers, right?
Marie: Well, duh! But, subtext.
Marie: I wrote my own ending.
Dean Winchester: You wrote your own ending, with spaceships?
Marie: And robots, and some ninjas, and then Dean becomes a woman.
Marie: That is some of the worst fan-fiction that I've ever heard.
Sam Winchester: Casdean?
Dean Winchester: Shut your face! Get in the car.
Maeve: Great, how do you kill an idea?
Dean Winchester: You want to Piñata this ass-hat?
Marie: Ass-hat? Nice! It's, uh, very Dean.
Dean Winchester: We came, we saw, we kicked it's...
Sam Winchester: It's not a Tulpa.
Marie: And we burned my prop for nothing?
Dean Winchester: Oh, that thing needed to burn.
Dean Winchester: The show must go on.
Marie: I'm gonna Barbara Streisand this bitch!
Marie: I kinda hate the meta stories.
Sam & Dean Winchester: Me, too.
Maeve: Did he just quote "Rent"?
Marie: Not enough to get us in trouble.
Calliope: If I have to sit through that second act one more time...
Dean Winchester: Take a bow, Sammy.
Maeve: Usually this is where Sam and Dean take off before anyone asks any questions.
Sam Winchester: That's probably a good idea.
Dean Winchester: Real men don't drink out of cups this small.
Sam Winchester: Murphy's law.
Dean Winchester: Well, Murphy's a douche.
Heddy: You two are... adorable.
Beverly: So, Sam, tell me, do you work out?
Sam Winchester: I think they're called W.A.S.P.S.
Philip: The LaCroix family is... Well, how shall I put this politely... Money-grubbing leaches.
Dean Winchester: There's no way to find out, ask Jeeves.
Stanton: My sister was nothing but a two-bit hooker in Chanel.
Detective Howard: Congratulations, boys, you are officially murder suspects.
Heddy: I'm thirty-nine.
Dash: And you have been since '03.
Dean Winchester: You stay here, keep an eye on Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard.
Sam Winchester: Got to say, for a family that's just lost two members, you all seem fine.
Sam Winchester: Husband and wife tag-team killer ghosts?
Beverly: Why don't we get up to no good together. You know, they say women just get better with age, like a fine wine, or... or... cheese.
Sam Winchester: I... uh... I'm lactose intolerant, so...
Heddy: Wait, wait, wait. Go back. He owned an island.
Dean Winchester: Let me guess, you two got bored last Christmas.
Dean Winchester: Well, we got a floater.
Dash: Bravo Razolli, you solved the case. Want to weigh in, too, Isles?
Dean Winchester: No wonder the rich stay rich.
Olivia: Don't you know, if it's not the butler, it's the maid?
Heddy: Did anyone else wet themselves?
Sam Winchester: Being a monster is a choice.
Dean Winchester: I'm serious, Izod. Put a pin in it or we'll come back for your preppy ass.