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dean says... (part 2)

Well, as I said... Lil' Sam can be the "boy king", but my Dean is the "philosopher king" for sure... Sorry Plato, you have to get in the line for autographs :PPP

Dean: What’s in the box? (pause) Brad Pitt? Seven? No?
Dean: Gumby girl... Does that make me Pokey?
Dean: Don’t worry, Bobby will find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas. Pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man.
Dean: I'm Batman!
Dean: There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach.
Dean: Snow White? Ah, I saw that movie. Oh, porn version anyway.
Dean: I'm gonna stop the big bad wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Dean: Don't objectify me.
Dean: Screw you
Dean: You’re the shortbus…shortbus
Dean: I saw Hellraiser, I get the gist.
Dean: (about to drink the dream tea) Well, shall we dim the lights and sync up Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon?
Dean: I get all tingly when you take control like that.
Dean: Right, you're a mind reader. Cut it out, Sam... Sam! You think you're funny but you're being really, really childish! - Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up..... Okay, enough!
Dean: Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!
Dean: Dingo ate my baby crazy
Dean: Oh I don't know, what - whether cialis will help you with your little condition?
Dean: Salt. Lots and lots of salt.
Dean: What, he's never heard of a RealDoll?
Dean: No we were uh, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favorite boy bands. Yeah, we were talking a case.
Dean: Completely rocked my understanding of the word "necrophilia."
Dean: What's that, a sandwich?
Dean: "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?
Dean: Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too.
Dean: (to Sam): If this is my last day on earth, I don't want it to be socially awkward.
Dean: I'd like to think it's because of my perky nipples.
Dean: I know. I should look like a Thriller video reject.
Dean: Sammy, wherever you are - Mom is a babe! I'm so going to hell. Again.
Dean: What, did angels invest in Deloreans?
Dean: Dean Van Halen.
Dean: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress with his KY.
Dean: Brother, I have been rehymenated. And the Dude does not abide.
Dean: Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again, I almost forgot what that feels like. It's friggin' delightful.
Dean: Zombie-ghost orgy, huh? Well, that's it. I'm torching everybody.
Dean: Darn right I wanted to save some naked women.
Dean: Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors.
Dean: Run, Forrest, run!
Dean: So I'm Girl, Interrupted, and I know the score with the apocalypse. Just busted out of the nutbox. Possibly using super powers by the way. Where do I go?
Dean: Who was? The plumber, hmmm? A little snaking the pipes?
Dean: Nothing. It's just… an angel and a demon, riding in the back seat. It's like the setup for a bad joke.
Dean: That's psycho Nell!
Dean: What kind of koolaid you been drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody- or sad- that's just the life.
Dean: I hope I die before I get old.
Dean: Today you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule. Dodge.
Dean: Dude! Dude!
Dean: Strippers, Sammy. Strippers! We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally!
Dean: Oh I am so feeling up Demi Moore.
Dean: Behave yourself, would you? No homework, watch some porn.
Dean: There's Sam Girls and Dean Girls and...What's a slash fan?

FÖŞ: Trust me, you don't wanna know! Iııuuuwww..... :DDD

Source: Supernatural: SuperWiki: Seasons 3 and 4.

dean says... (part 1)

Well, obviously, my love Dean is a poet... Don't laugh, he rhymes from the heart! ;D

Dean: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Dean: Oh sweetheart. I don't do shorts.
Dean: Bowhunting’s an important skill.
Dean (to scarecrow): Dude, you fugly.
Dean: Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.
Dean: Well, I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.
Dean: Good afternoon. I’m Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley.
Dean: I'll say it again. Demons I get, people are crazy!
Dean: Oh, what’s the matter, Sammy, you afraid you’re gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?
Dean: You mean like protection against demon salt or “Ooops, I spilled the popcorn” salt?
Dean: Vampires! Gets funnier every time I hear it…
Dean: Ahhh I’ll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia.
Dean (to Sam): You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance
Dean(referring to the Impala): Woah!! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?
Dean: Neil? It's your grief counselors. We’ve come to hug.
Dean: Haven't you seen Pet Sematary?
Dean: He full-on Obi-Wan-ed me!
Dean (to Jo): Sweetheart, this ain't gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can't.
Dean: No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman.
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. But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit.
Dean: Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?
Dean: I like him. He says "okey dokey."
Dean: We are so screwed.
Dean: That lore about unicorns is true too. I hear they ride on silver moonbeams, and shoot rainbows out of their ass
Dean: Dude, you like full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week. Thats pretty naughty.
Dean: What? You mean between the angry spirit and uh... the sexed up ET?
Dean: You want a what from who?
Dean: Bite your tongue heathen!
Dean: I think I’m *adorable*.
Dean: Don’t worry, Sam - I promise I won't trade you for smokes.
Dean: (trying to pick a fight with Tiny): I wanted to ask you, because I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun, just curious: Is it like a thyroid problem or is it some deep seated self-esteem issue? 'Cuz you know - they’re just donuts. Not love.
Dean (mugging for the police photographer): I call this one my Blue Steel…Who looks better – me or Nick Nolte?”
Dean: Bitch.
Dean: Don't forget the extra onions this time!
Dean: Hey, see if they've got any pie. Bring me some pie. I love me some pie.

Taken from Supernatural: Super Wiki: Seasons 1 and 2 ;)