Charlie, knocking on Dean’s door: Y’all fuckin?
Cas: Yeah.
Dean, wrapped in a blanket burrito on top of Cas: Fuckin sad.
Dean: Why is it always “dance with death”?
Dean: Why not “take a watercolor class with death”, or maybe “go to brunch and gossip over mimosas with death.”
Dean: Making my way downtown.
Dean: Walking fast.
Dean: Walking a little bit slower so my steps match with Cas’s because he’s short.
Cas: I’m only like a couple inches shorter-
Dean: doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Dean: *walks up to Benny and grabs his hand* This line is crazy!
Benny: Uh... Hello.
Dean: *looks at Benny* You’re not my boyfriend.
Cas: You’re holding the wrong hand, Dean.
Dean: You sure?
Cas & Benny: *nodding* We’re sure.
Dean: I feel compelled to finish this Starbucks experience with you.
Benny: I’m not paying for you.
Dean: Nevermind, I’m going back to my boyfriend.
Cas: I’m not paying for you either.
Charlie: *at the front of the line* Come hold my hand, man. I’ll buy you anything you want.
Dean: *goes to hold Charlie’s hand* A least someone cares about me.
Jack: What’s an orgasm?
Cas: Where did you hear-
Claire: It’s when you fold paper to look like birds and stuff.
Dean: That’s oregano you-
Cas: sTOP-
Dean: You’re telling me Julius Caesar, who has been dead for well over 70 years, made this salad?
Sam: Technically, you aren’t wrong with that number, but I just hate it.
Police cars: *sounds of sirens nearby*
Kevin, who has never done anything wrong in his life: They’ve found me.
Kevin: I’ve conquered my fear of ghosts!
Sam: That’s the spirit!
Kevin: Oh fuck, where?!
Dean: The fact that “pier” does not define something that is more pie is why the English language fails me.