*Sam hands Dean a gun*
Dean: Oh, I'm not carrying that.
Sam: -
Dean: It could go off.
Sam: -
Dean: I'll man the flashlight!
Sam: ....Yeah.... You do that.

Sam: Look sir, it’s ok, if…

Man: No. No… Those were my brothers. This guy… he killed my brothers. How would you feel?

Sam: I can’t imagine anything worse.

(Source: fuck-mewinchesters)

Dean: You better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass.
Sam: I don't think that's funny.
Dean: Oh come on, it's a little funny.

Sam: This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.
Dean: I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?

Dean: What?
Sam: I lost my shoe.