Dean: How about you mind your own business, seriously.
Sam: Leave our plaid alone!
Sam: That is a pretty great idea actuall--
Dean: I can't even be around the damn thing most of the time, now you want us to get another?!
Dean: No!
Sam: How about a dog...?
Meg: You do know that’s not what she really looks like, right?
Cas: I think that we—
Sam: Time to destroy this thing.
Dean: Where’s the salt?
Dean: Why should I care, Cas is a grown angel he can take care of--
Sam: Do I need to go get the hat?
Dean: No.
Sam: That's not even a difficult choice.
Sam: Not rea--
Sam: Yes. I'm definitely less sure about--
Sam: I thought you said we should get rid of this hat?
Dean: I figured it might come in handy.
Dean: Uh, you know... he's like family... and he's useful--
Dean: I care about him as deeply as I do any of my family and I don't function right without him-- dammit, Sam!!
Dean: ...we're definitely getting rid of this thing!
Dean: Huh, what's the old men keeping a hat locked up for...
Dean: Sam, look, cool huh?
Sam: I'm not sure you should be playing around with the stuff we find here... You never know why the Men of Letters kept is around.
Dean: C'mon, what's the worst that could happen. If Jessica hadn't died I'd totally have seduced her.
Sam: ...what.
Dean: Why did I say that, I didn't mean to say that. Your hair looks stupid.
Meg: Fleshy.
Ruby: Meaty.
Crazy!Cas: Constricting.
Meg: I'm working on it.
Dean: No.
Dean: ...no.
Crazy!Cas: He went something like this.
Crazy!Cas: Look, Sam, I made it myself!
Dean: Don't you even talk like that!
Meg: That's sure an idea, turning the angel on, huh?