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.
Dean: Hey, bitch, get your ass over here!
Sam: What?
Dean: Happy Birthday!
Sam: What the hell is this?
Sam: God, Dean, you're such a jerk!
Sam: Dean used to cook before going on hunts with dad.
Dean: Now we don't have time too cook that much.
Sam: No.
Dean: I don't watch Disney movies.
Sam: But you watch Star Wars.
Dean: Star Wars is not a Disney movie.
Sam: It is now.
Dean: Really?
Sam: Uh-huh.
Dean: ...Han Solo!
Dean: I'm sorry.
Dean: We've got bigger things to worry about than bed bugs.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: What's that in your hair?
Sam: What?
Dean: That!
Dean: ...hey.
Sam: What?
Dean: What're you wearing?! Go change!
Sam: Why should I? I was wearing them first!
Dean: Well, I'm older!
Sam: But I'm taller, and stronger.
Dean: Oh, you wanna go, huh?! Bring it!