# Supernatural (season 2)

Supernatural (2005–2020) is a paranormal/horror/thriller/drama-themed television series on the WB Television Network (now merged with UPN into the new network The CW) that details the lives of two brothers who travel across the country in a black 1967 Chevy Impala investigating paranormal events and other unexplained occurrences. Season two originally aired from 28 September 2006 to 17 May 2007 on the CW. This is the first season aired on the CW.

## In My Time Of Dying [2.01]

    Dean: Come on, Dad. You've got to help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. You haven't called a soul for help, you haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything, aren't you even going to say anything?! I've done everything you've ever asked me, everything. I've given everything I've ever had. Now you're just going to sit there and you're gonna watch me die? What the hell kind of father are you?!
    Tessa: I just think, whatever's going to happen is going to happen. It's out of my control; it's just fate.
    Dean: That's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting, no matter what.
    Sam: Hey. I think maybe you're around, and if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but, um, there's one way we can talk.
    (Sam pulls out a "Mystical Talking Board")
    Dean: Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
    Sam: Dean? Dean, are you here?
    Dean: God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party.
    Sam: Dean, are you here? Couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, alright? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on, you can't— you can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?
    John: How you feeling, dude?
    Dean: Fine, I guess. I'm alive.
    John: That's what matters.
    Sam: Where were you last night?
    John: I had some things to take care of.
    Sam: Well, that's specific.
    Dean: Come on, Sam.
    Sam: Did you go after the Demon?
    John: No.
    Sam: You know, why don't I believe you right now?
    John: Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Look, Sammy I've, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?
    Sam: Dad, are you all right?
    John: Yeah... Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, Sam, would you mind, uh, do you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?
    Sam: Yeah. Yeah, sure.
    Dean: What is it?
    John: You know when... when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt. And after what I'd seen, I'd be... I'd be wrecked. And you... you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in they eye and you'd... you'd say 'It's okay, Dad.' Dean, I'm sorry.
    Dean: Why?
    John: You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I-I should've been saying that to you. You know, I put- I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that. And you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you.
    Dean: This really you talking?
    John: Yeah. Yeah, it's really me.
    Dean: Why you saying this stuff?
    John: I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?
    Dean: Yeah Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me.
    John: Don't be scared, Dean. [whispers something in his ear]

## Everybody Loves A Clown [2.02]

    Dean: Stop it, Sam.
    Sam: Stop what?
    Dean: Stop askin' if I need anything, stop askin' if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise.
    Sam: All right. Dean, it's just... we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.
    Dean: You know what, you're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, and hug and maybe even slow dance.
    Dean: [looking around Harvelle's, the barrel of a rifle is placed against his back] Oh, God, please let that be a rifle.
    Jo: Nah, I'm just real happy to see you.
    Mr. Cooper: You two have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?
    Dean: Nope. But we really need the work. So... and ah, Sam here's got a thing for the bearded lady.
    Dean: I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It's like, "Oh, what would Dad want me to do?" Sam, you spent your entire life sluggin' it out with that man. I mean, hell, you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him, and now that he's dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I'm sorry, Sam, but you can't. It's too little, too late.
    Sam: Why are you sayin' this to me?
    Dean: Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I'm dealin' with Dad's death! Are you?
    Sam: You were right.
    Dean: About what?
    Sam: About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinkin' that I hate him. So, you're right. What I'm doin' right now - it is too little. It's too late. [pause] I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. [He is on the verge of tears.] And I'm not all right. Not at all. [pause] But neither are you. That much I know. I'll let you get back to work. [He leaves.]

## Bloodlust [2.03]

    [Dean is overjoyed to have his Impala back]
    Sam: You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.
    Dean: [to the Impala] Oh, don't listen to him, Baby. He doesn't understand us.
    Dean: Did you check out that Barker farm?
    Gordon: It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.
    Dean: He was just one of those guys... took some terrible beatings... just kept coming. So you're always saying to yourself, he's indestructible, he'll always be around... nothing can kill my Dad. And then just like that... he's gone. Can't talk about this to Sammy--I've gotta keep my game face on. But, ah, the truth is I'm not handling it very well.
    Gordon: You know why I love this life?
    Dean: Hmm?
    Gordon: It's all black and white. There's no maybe. Find the bad thing, kill it. You see, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. "Is this right, is that wrong?" Not us.
    Dean: And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. No, thanks. I'll go with Gordon.
    Sam: Right, because Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is?
    Dean: What are you talking about?
    Sam: He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.
    Dean: Shut up, Sam.
    Sam: He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day.
    Dean: You know, I'm not even gonna talk—
    Sam: You know what? You slap on his big fake smile but I can see through it. 'Cause I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead, and he left a hole, and it hurt so bad you can't take it. But you can't just fill that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory!
    Dean: Okay... [He turns around and hits Sam.]
    Sam: You hit me all you want. It won't change anything.

## Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things [2.04]

    Dean: Sam, if you bring up Dad's death up one more time, I swear...
    Sam: Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad, we've lost Mom, I've lost Jessica and now I'm gonna lose you too.
    Dean: We better get out of here before the cops come. I hear you, okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass and I'm sorry. But right now, we got a freaking zombie running around, we need to figure out how to kill it. Right?
    Sam: Our lives are weird, man.
    Dean: You're telling me. Come on.
    Dean: We can't just waste it with a headshot?
    Sam: Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.
    Dean: You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em?
    Sam: No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's at least a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing 'em. Some say setting 'em on fire... uh, one said [flipping through John's journal] ...where is it? Right here. "Feeding their hearts to wild dogs." That's my personal favorite.
    [upon finding the empty zombie pen]
    Sam: You think Angela's going after somebody?
    Dean: [knocking aside a grate to reveal a large hole in the wall leading outside] Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches.
    Sam: Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean.
    Dean: Yeah. Alright, she, uh... She clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?
    Sam: Yeah.
    Dean: Well, it takes two to, you know... have hardcore sex.
    Neil: You're crazy.
    Dean: Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy?
    Dean: I'm sorry.
    Sam: You -- For what?
    Dean: The way I've been acting. And for Dad. I mean, he was your dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone.
    Sam: What are you talking about?
    Dean: I know you've been thinking it, so have I. Doesn't take a genius to it figure out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone.
    Sam: Dean.
    Dean: You can't tell me that there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know.
    Sam: We don't know that. Not for sure.
    Dean: Sam ... [He starts to cry] You and Dad ... you're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should've come back, Sam. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it.
    [Sam nods]
    Dean: So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?

## Simon Said [2.05]

    [Ash is searching unsuccessfully for information on the case]
    Sam: Alright, try something else for me. Search Guthry for a housefire; it would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's 6th month birthday.
    [Ash stares]
    Ash: Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?
    [Sam put a bottle on the counter]
    Sam: Because there's a PBR in it for ya.
    Ash: Give me 15 minutes.
    Dean: Besides, if I ran off with you, I think your mother might kill me. [gives Ellen a sheepish grin as she glares at him from across the room]
    Jo: You're afraid of my mother?
    Dean: [turns back to Jo] I think so.
    Tracey: If you want to find him [Andy], try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side.
    Dean: Barbarian queen?
    Tracey: She's riding a polar bear, it's kinda hard to miss.
    Andy: Hey! You think I haven't seen you two? Why are you following me?
    Sam: Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed...
    Andy: [Interrupting] Tell the truth.
    Sam: That's what I'm...
    Dean: We hunt demons.
    Andy: What?
    Sam: [Shocked] Dean!
    Dean: Demons, spirits, things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother...
    Sam: Dean! Shut up!
    Dean: I'm trying. He's psychic, kinda like you. Well, not really like you, but see he thinks you're a murderer and he's afraid that he's gonna become one himself because you're all part of something that's terrible and I hope to hell that he's wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that he might be right.
    Ellen: You mind your tone with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad is coming, and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best, all we've got is us, together. No secrets or half-truths here.

## No Exit [2.06]

    Dean: Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult.
    Sam: Yeah. Girl got a name?
    Dean: Katie Holmes.
    Sam: That's funny... and for you, so bitchy.
    Dean: That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
    Dean: Hunters don't tip that well.
    Jo: Well they aren't that good at poker either.
    Dean: Jo, you've got options. No one in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me on this when I was so young, I wish I could do something else.
    Jo: You love the job.
    Dean: Yeah, but I'm a little twisted.
    Jo: You don't think I'm a little twisted, too?
    Dean: Jo, you've got a mother that worries about you, who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don't throw things like that away. They might be hard to find later.
    Sam: So, this job as glamorous as you thought it would be?
    Jo: Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah, sure.

## The Usual Suspects [2.07]

    Diana Ballard: Sam, you seem like a good kid. It's not your fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family.
    Dean: What do you think, Scully, want to check it out?
    Sam: I'm not Scully, you're Scully.
    Dean: No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman.
    Sam: Anthony Gyles' body was found right about here. [reads] "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible."
    Dean: [whistles] What do you think? Vengeful spirit, underline "vengeful"?
    Dean: My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone.
    Sam: This is bothering me.
    Ballard: Well, you are digging up a corpse.
    Sam: No, not that. That's, uh, that's pretty par for the course, actually.

## Crossroad Blues [2.08]

    Sam: So much for a low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Feds' database.
    Dean: Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something.
    Sam: Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder. We've got to be more careful now.
    Dean: Well, what have they got on you?
    Sam: I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet.
    Dean: Wait - no accessory, nothing?
    Sam: Shut up.
    Dean: [laughs] You're jealous.
    Sam: No, I'm not!
    Dean: Uh-huh. All right, what have you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless, young man, you?
    Sam: Whatever they are, they're big, nasty...
    Dean: Yeah, I bet they could hump the crap out of your leg. Look at that one, huh? [chuckles] What? They could!
    Sam: So?
    Dean: Secretary's name is Carly. She's 23, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real.
    Sam: You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?
    Dean: Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black or dog-like. There's 19 calls in all. And, uh, I don't know what this thing is.
    Sam: [Laughs] You mean Carly's MySpace address?
    Dean: Yeah, MySpace. What the hell is that? [Sam laughs] Seriously, is that, like, some sort of porn site?
    Sam: We gotta find out if anyone else struck any bargains around here.
    Dean: Great. So, we've got to clean up these people's mess for them? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play "Let's Make a Deal."
    Sam: So, what, we should just leave them to die?
    Dean: Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save them?
    Dean: You did it to save her?
    Evan: She had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice. They kept saying, "Matter of days." So, yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot.
    Dean: Did you ever think about her in all this?
    Evan: I did this for her.
    Dean: You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself so you wouldn't have to live without her. But, guess what, she's gonna have to live without you now. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel?

## Croatoan [2.09]

    Sam: Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?
    Dean: Yeah. The shot heard 'round the world, how bills become laws...
    Sam: That's not school! That's Schoolhouse Rock!
    Dean: ...Whatever.
    Sam: What do you think? Multiple demons? Mass possession?
    Dean: If it is a possession, there could be more. God knows how many. It could be like a friggin' Shriner Convention.
    Sam: Great.
    Dean: 'Course, that's one way to wipe out a town. You take it from the inside.
    Sam: I don't know, man. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Tanner, or any of the other usual signs.
    Dean: Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know, if you would have taken out the other one, one less to worry about.
    Sam: Sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid.
    Dean: No, it was an "it". Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam.
    Dean: For what? For him to Hulk out? Infect somebody else? No, thanks, can't take that chance. [Sam stops him from leaving.] Hey look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you know that.
    Sam: It's supposed to be tough, Dean! We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point!
    Dean: What does that buy us?
    Sam: A clear conscience, for one.
    Dean: It's too late for that.
    Sam: What the hell's happened to you?
    Dean: What?
    Sam: You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there.
    Dean: Mm-hmm. [He pushes Sam out of his way. He leaves the room, locking the door behind him.]
    Sam: This is the dumbest thing you've ever done.
    Dean: I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa? (shudders)
    Sam: Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.
    Dean: No?
    Sam: No, you can keep going.
    Dean: Who says I want to?
    Sam: What? [Dean sits down and pauses before talking.]
    Dean: I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life. This weight on my shoulders, man, I'm tired of it.
    Sam: So, what? So, you're just gonna give up? I mean, you're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know the stuff with Dad had—
    Dean: You're wrong. It's not about that. I mean, part of it is, sure, but—
    Sam: What is it about?
    Dean: I don't know, man. I just think maybe we oughta... go to the Grand Canyon.
    Sam: What?
    Dean: Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth, cross-country. You know I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsay Lohan.

## Hunted [2.10]

    Dean: Before Dad died he... he told me something. Something about you.
    Sam: What? Dean, what did he tell you?
    Dean: He said that he... wanted me to watch out for you. Take care of you.
    Sam: He told you that a million times.
    Dean: No, this time was different. He said that I had to... save you.
    Sam: Save me from what?
    Dean: He just said that I had to save you. Nothing else mattered. And if I couldn't, I'd...
    Sam: You'd what, Dean?
    Dean: I'd have to kill you. [Sam looks at him, confused.] He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.
    Sam: Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
    Dean: I don't know.
    Sam: I mean, he must've had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark-side or something?! What else did he say, Dean?
    Dean: Nothing. That's it, I swear.
    Sam: How could you not have told me this?!
    Dean: Because it was dad and he begged me not to.
    Sam: Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!
    Dean: You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth! And I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!
    Sam: [after a long pause] We've just gotta figure out what's going on then, what the hell all this means.
    Dean: We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low, you know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way, I could make sure...
    Sam: What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?
    Dean: I never said that.
    Sam: Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean.
    Dean: I never said that! Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control! Alright? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?
    Sam: Forget it.
    Dean: Sam, please, man. [He grabs Sam's shoulder] Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay, I'm begging you here. Please... please. [Sam nods]
    Ash: And one other name, Scott Kerry.
    Sam: What, you got an address?
    Ash: Kinda. The Arbor Hills Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486.
    Ellen: Now, Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever. Well, I say screw that-- what else is family for?
    [Sam passes in front of the window on the building's edge]
    Ava: Holy crap!
    Shrink: What? [looks behind]
    Ava: I just remembered, when I was a kid I swallowed, like, eight things of pop rocks and then drank a whole can of coke. You don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?
    Dean: Come on, man, I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn.

## Playthings [2.11]

    Sam: We've gotta save as many people as we can.
    Dean: Wow, that attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you.
    Dean: Dude, this is sweet! I never get to work jobs like this.
    Sam: Like what?
    Dean: Old-school haunted houses. You know: fog, secret passageways, sissy British accents. We might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside. Mmm, Daphne...love her.
    Dean: Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?
    Sam: Well, you are kind of butch. Probably think you're overcompensating.
    Dean: [uncomfortable chuckle] Right.
    Dean: You know, she could be faking.
    Sam: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? [Dean nods] Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick!
    Dean: Feels good to get back in the saddle, doesn't it?
    Sam: Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.
    Dean: [evasive] We talked about a lotta things last night.
    Sam: You know what I mean.
    Dean: You were wasted.
    Sam: But you weren't. And you promised.

## Nightshifter [2.12]

    Dean: Frigging cops.
    Sam: They're just doing their job.
    Dean: No, they're doing our job. Only they don't know it, so they suck at it.
    Dean: Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you tell that poor son of a bitch that - - Wh-what did you say? Remand the tapes that he copied? Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation? That's messed up.
    Sam: What, are you pissed at me or something?
    Dean: No, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a fed you are. I mean come on, we could've at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here.
    Sam: [laugh] Mandroid?
    Dean: Except for the mandroid part. I liked him. He's not that different from you and me. People think we're crazy.
    Sam: Yeah, except he's not a hunter Dean. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this, he'd get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark and stay alive.
    Dean: Yeah, I guess.
    Dean: Are you nuts?
    Ronald: That's just it, I'm not nuts. I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles, but this is real! I mean, I was right! Except for the mandroid thing, thank you.
    Dean: Yeah, don't mention it.
    Lt. Robarts: [about the Feds taking over the situation] Let me guess. You're lead dog now, but you would just love my full cooperation.
    Henrickson: I don't give a rat’s ass what you do. You can go get a doughnut and bang your wife for all I care.
    Henrickson: [on the phone, in the command center] This is Special Agent Victor Henrickson.
    Dean: Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now.
    Henrickson: Good. Me neither.
    Dean: So-
    Henrickson: It's my job to bring you in; alive's a bonus but not necessary.
    Dean: Whoa. That's kinda harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?
    Henrickson: Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean? [Dean looks horrified] I want you and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam, too. Bonnie to your Clyde.
    Dean: Yeah, well, that part's true, but how'd you even know we were here?
    Henrickson: Go screw yourself, that's how I knew. It's become my job to know about you, Dean. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad.
    Dean: [darkly] Hey, you don't know crap about my dad.
    Henrickson: Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was. White supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to.
    Dean: You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero.
    Henrickson: Yeah. Right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic.
    Dean: [pounds his forehead in frustration as he hangs up the phone.]

## Houses of the Holy [2.13]

    Sam: So, no disturbances lately?
    Gloria: You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?
    Dean: You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns, too. In fact, I hear that they they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
    Sam: Wait. There's no such thing as unicorns?
    Dean: That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there’s some legends that you just... you file under "Bull Crap".
    Sam: And you got angels on the "Bull Crap" list?
    Dean: Yep.
    Sam: Why?
    Dean: Because I've never seen one.
    Sam: So what?
    Dean: So, I believe in what I can see.
    Sam: Dean, you and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about.
    Dean: Exactly, with our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed, that we would have crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a demon or a spirit. You know? They find people a few fries short of a Happy Meal and they trick 'em into killing these randoms.
    Dean: Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by hooker from God. HA!
    Sam: I'm laughing on the inside.
    Dean: Look, I'll admit, I'm a bit of a skeptic. But since when are you all Mr. 700 Club? No, seriously, from the get-go, you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. What's next, you're going to start praying every day?
    Sam: I do.
    Dean: What?
    Sam: I do pray every day. I have for a long time.
    Dean: Things you learn about a guy.
    Sam: Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's gonna do something awful, and I can stop it!
    Dean: You know, you're supposed to be bad, too, Sam. Maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now.
    Sam: You know what, Dean, I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?
    Dean: What, that this is an angel?
    Sam: Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!
    Dean: Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's - hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that –- Mom. She used to tell me when she'd tuck me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me.
    Sam: You never told me that.
    Dean: What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. There's just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere. It rips you to shreds. So, you want me to believe in this stuff? I'm gonna need to see some hard proof. You got any?

## Born Under A Bad Sign [2.14]

    Sam: What'd you find out?
    Dean: You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.
    Dean: Sam!
    Sam: I begged you to stop me, Dean!
    Dean: Put the knife down, damn it!
    Sam: I told you, I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean, kill me, or I'm gonna kill her! Please! You'd be doing me a favor. Shoot me. Shoot me! [Dean pauses a long time, ready to shoot.]
    Dean: No, Sammy, come on. [He lowers the gun.]
    Sam: What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?!
    Dean: Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances.
    Meg possessing Sam: Naw, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. I wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway, fun's over now.
    Meg possessing Sam: You know, when people wanna describe the worst possible thing, they say, "It's like Hell." [He punches Dean.] Well, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um –- [he punches Dean again] -- well, it's like Hell. Even for demons. [Another punch.] It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. [Another punch.] And you sent me back there.
    Dean: Meg.
    Meg possessing Sam: No. Not anymore. Now, I'm Sam. [Another punch.] By the way –- [he grabs Dean’s shoulder, where Dean has a very tender bullet wound] –- I saw your dad there. He says, "Howdy." All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was gonna torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your dad. And deep down... you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you.
    Sam: No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.
    Dean: It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you.
    Sam: Yeah, this time. What about next time?
    Dean: Sam, when Dad told me... that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you.

## Tall Tales [2.15]

    Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... hold on a minute!!
    Sam: What?
    Dean: C'mon, dude, that's not how it happened!
    Sam: No? So you never drank a purple nurple?
    Dean: Yeah maybe that, but I don't say things like "feisty little wildcat" and her name wasn't Starla.
    Sam: Then what was it?
    Dean: [pauses] I don't know... but she was a classy chick. She was a grad student. Anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories.
    Starla: My God, you are attractive!
    Dean: Thanks. But no time for that now. You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please? Lives are at stake.
    Starla: [staring at Dean] I'm sorry, I just... I can't even concentrate. It's like staring... into the sun.
    Bobby: You're bickering like an old married couple.
    Dean: No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like, uh, Siamese twins.
    Sam: [angry] It's conjoined twins.
    Dean: See what I mean?
    Sam: Dude... were you on my computer?
    Dean: No.
    Sam: Oh really? 'Cause it's frozen now, on, uh, bustyasianbeauties.com? [Dean says nothing] Dean! Would you just –- don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?
    Dean: Why don't you control your OCD?
    Sam: Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you.
    Dean: What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around!
    Sam: Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink? Your food in the 'fridge?
    Dean: What's wrong with my food?
    Sam: It's not food any more, Dean! It's Darwinism!
    Dean: [to himself] I like it.

## Roadkill [2.16]

    Molly: Isn't this argument a little archaic? Men can ask directions these days.
    David: No we can't. It's against our genetic code.
    Dean: Did he look like he... lost a fight with a lawnmower?
    Molly: How did you know that?
    Dean: Lucky guess.
    Molly: I don't understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster.
    Sam: Well, spirits like Greely are, uh, like wounded animals. Lost... in so much pain they... they lash out.
    Molly: Why? Why are they here?
    Sam: There's some part of them that... that's keeping them here. Like their remains, or, um, unfinished business.
    Molly: Unfinished business?
    Sam: Yeah, uh, it could be revenge. It could be, uh, love, or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over.
    Molly: You sound almost sorry for them.
    Sam: Well, they weren't evil people, you know. A lot of them were good, just something happened to 'em. Something they couldn't control.
    Dean: Sammy's always gettin' a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I'm sure as hell ain't makin' apologies for 'em.
    Sam: Guess that's why we all hold onto life so hard... Even the dead... We're all just scared of the unknown.
    Dean: I guess she wasn't so bad. For a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?
    Sam: I hope so.
    Dean: I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?
    Sam: It doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point.
    Dean: Well alright, Haley Joel, let's hit the road.

## Heart [2.17]

    Dean: And the lunar cycles?
    Sam: Uh-huh. Yeah, month after month all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon.
    Dean: Which is this week, right?
    Sam: Hence the lawyer.
    Dean: Awesome.
    Sam: Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?
    Dean: I'm sorry man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids.
    Sam: Okay, Sparky. And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland!
    [Sam and Dean are checking Madison's boyfriend's apartment]
    Sam: Anything?
    Dean: Nah, nothin' but leftovers and a six-pack.
    Sam: Check the freezer. Maybe there's some human hearts behind the Häagen-Dazs or something.
    Dean: You go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick.
    Sam: Dude, why do you get always get to hang out with the girls?
    Dean: Because I'm older.
    Sam: No, screw that. We settle this the old fashion way. [They do rock, paper, scissors. Dean chooses scissors and loses.] Dean, always with the scissors.
    Dean: Shut up, shut up. Two out of three! [They do rock paper scissors again and Dean chooses scissors and loses again.]
    [Sam and Madison have just finished watching a few episodes of All My Children, which Sam seems to be enthralled with]
    Sam: Wait, so, so Kendall married Ethan's father just to get back at him?
    Madison: Yup and now she's set to inherit all the casinos that were supposed to go to Ethan.
    Sam: What a bitch!
    Sam: She says she has no idea what I'm talking about.
    Dean: She's lying.
    Sam: Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe... maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out.
    Dean: Like a really hot Incredible Hulk. Come on dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious.
    Sam: Yeah, but what if it was Dean? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell the cop, too.
    Dean: What are you the dog whisperer now?

## Hollywood Babylon [2.18]

    Dean: Sammy, check it out. It's Matt Damon.
    Sam: Yeah, pretty sure that's not Matt Damon.
    Dean: No, it is.
    Sam: Well, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping.
    Dean: Yeah, well he's probably researching a role or something.
    Sam: They're saying the set's haunted.
    Dean: Like Poltergeist?
    Sam: It could be a poltergeist.
    Dean: No, no, no, the movie Poltergeist... You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you?
    Dean: What's a PA?
    Sam: I think they're kinda like slaves.
    McG: Marty.
    Martin: Yo.
    McG: What do you think?
    Martin: Not married to salt, what do you want? We still sticking with condiments?
    McG: Just sounds different, not better. What else would a ghost be scared of?
    Walter Dixon: Aww, ya gotta be kidding me.
    Martin: [Aside] What would a ghost be scared of? Maybe shotguns.
    McG: K, that makes even less sense than salt.
    Sam: You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie 'cause they think it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kinda does.

## Folsom Prison Blues [2.19]

    Dean: Well it's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger... extra onions.
    Henriksen: You think you're funny.
    Dean: I think I'm adorable.
    Lucas: Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?
    Dean: Oh great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver one too many times.
    Dean: I said I wish I had a baseball. You know, like Steve McQueen.
    Lucas: Yeah? Well, I wish I had a bat. So I bash your freaking head in.
    Dean: Okay. So much for the bonding in solitary moment.
    Randall: Why're you inside, kid?
    Sam: 'Cause I got an idiot for a brother.
    Randall: That'll do it.
    Dean: Save room for dessert, Tiny, hehehe. Hey, I'd wanna ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun. Just curious, is it like a thyroid problem or is this some deep seeded self-esteem issue? 'Cause you know, they're, uh, they're just donuts, they're not love.

## What Is And What Should Never Be [2.20]

    Sam: Dean?
    Dean: Sam.
    Sam: What's going on?
    Dean: I don't know. I don't know where I am.
    Sam: What? What happened?
    Dean: The Djinn, it.. it attacked me.
    Sam: The Gin? You're drinking Gin?
    Professor: Well, I don't think I've seen you in my class before.
    Dean: Are you kiddn' me? I love your lectures. You... [thinks, grinning] ... you make learning fun.
    Dean: How did I end up with such a cool chick?
    Carmen: I've just got low standards.
    Dean: We don't? Well, we should. I mean, you're my brother.
    Sam: You're my brother?
    Dean: Yeah!
    Sam: You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nayv.
    Dean: Who?
    Sam: Uh, my prom date. On prom night.
    Dean: [under his breath] Yeah, that does kinda sound like me.
    Dean: [to his Dad's grave] So go hunt the Djinn. It put you here, it could put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives. No contest. Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to get married. Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? It's [long pause] yeah... [walks away]

## All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 1 [2.21]

    Dean: Don't forget the extra onions this time, hmm?
    Sam: Dude, I'm the one who's gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions.
    Dean: Hey, see if they've got any pie. Bring me some pie! Love me some pie.
    Sam: I have visions. I see things before they happen.
    Ava: Yeah. Me, too.
    Andy: Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people's heads. Like, make them do stuff. Oh, but don't worry, I don't think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this, um, I've been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. Right? So now, it's not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too. Like, anything I want. It's just like: Bam! People, they see it. This one guy I know -- total dick, right? I used it on him: gay porn. All hours of the day. [laughs] It was just like... you should have seen the look on his face.
    Jake: Salt is a weapon?
    Sam: It's a brave new world.
    Andy: (reading Dean's receipt) D. Hasselhoff?
    Sam: Yeah. It's Dean's signature. It... It's hard to explain.
    Dean: (to Sam as he's dying, seeing the wound) Look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy? Sam! Hey! Listen to me. We're going to patch you up, okay? You'll be as good as new. Huh? I'm gonna take care of you? I'm going to take care of you; I've got you, that's my job, right? Watch after my pain in the ass little brother. (realizes Sam is already dead) Sam? Sam? Sam?! Sammy?! No. No, no, no, no. Oh no come on. Oh God. (pulls Sam's body against his and yells) SAM!

## All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2 [2.22]

    Azazel: Howdy, Jake.
    Jake: I - I'm dreaming, aren't I?
    Azazel: I got a genius on my hands. Well congratulations, Jake, you're it. Last man standing. The American Idol. I have to admit, you weren't the horse I was bettin' on. But still, I gotta give it to you.
    Jake: [scared] Go... to hell.
    Azazel: Been there. Done that.
    Dean: [to Sammy, before going to Crossroads] You know, when we were little, when you couldn't have been more than five, you'd just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom; why do we always have to move around; where'd Dad go.. when he'd take off for days at a time. I remember I begged you, quit askin' Sammy, man, you don't wanna know. I just wanted you to be a kid. Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. This was always my responsibility, you know. It's like, I had one job. I had one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down, and now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy... God... What am I supposed to do? [screams] What am I supposed to do?
    Azazel: [to Dean] How certain are you that what you brought back is 100% pure Sam? You of all people should know that: "What's dead should stay dead."
    Azazel: [about to kill Dean with the Colt] I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family!
    [The spirit of John Winchester appears and overpowers Azazel long enough for Dean to retrieve the Colt and kill him with it. Ellen and Bobby close the Devil's Gate. Dean and Sam share an emotional moment with their father before he disappears]
    Sam: How long do you get?
    Dean: One year. I get one year.
    Sam: You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?!
    Dean: Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job!
    Sam: And what do you think my job is?
    Dean: What?
    Sam: You save my life! Over and over! I mean, you sacrifice everything for me! Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.. And I don't care what it takes. I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change.

## Cast
### Starring

* Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester (22 episodes)
* Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester (22 episodes)

### Guest stars

* Samantha Ferris as Ellen Harvelle (6 episodes)
* Jim Beaver as Bobby Singer (5 episodes)
* Chad Lindberg as Ash (4 episodes)
* Alona Tal as Jo Harvelle (4 episodes)
* Fredric Lehne as the yellow-eyed dæmon (3 episodes)
* Sterling K. Brown as Gordon Walker (2 episodes)
* Jeffrey Dean Morgan as John Winchester (2 episodes)
* Samantha Smith as Mary Winchester (2 episodes)
* Charles Malik Whitfield as FBI Agent Victor Henriksen (2 episodes)
* Aldis Hodge asJake Talley (2 episodes)
* Katharine Isabelle as Ava Wilson (2 episodes)
* Gabriel Tigerman as Andrew Gallagher (2 episodes)
* Jessica Harmon as Lily (1 episode)
* Amber Benson as Lenore (1 episode)
* Lindsey McKeon as Tessa and as the yellow-eyed dæmon (1 episode)
* Adrianne Palicki as Jessica Moore (1 episode)
* Richard Speight, Jr. as The Trickster (1 episode)

## External links

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* Supernatural Wiki
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