Hey dude what's with the long face? I know you had your heart set on salad but "Just Burgers" was the only place in town.

Sam: *fart*

Dean: "Excuse me?"

Sam: "Dean, I've been meaning to tell you, a reaper threatened us at the hospital."

Dean: "That burger was freaking awes- WHAT?!!

Sam: "Secret, secret"

Dean: "Deny, deny.....Ok good talk!"

Sam:I wish I was at home watching Gilmore Girls on next Netflix.

Dean: That was good....What? Whats happening to you?

"What do you mean when you say you take twice daily Herpexia?"

Sam: Did I poop today?
Dean: Is he thinking or constipated?

Dean: Holy crap you got old
Sam: Piper, why didn't she take my number

Dean: Will I tell him I'm Amara's father
Sam: What did happen to Dean in that field of flowers

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Did I remember to turn off the oven..?"

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "Did I remember to lock the front door..?"

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "Damn, I coulda had a V-8!"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Damn, I coulda had a V-8! Wait a minute, what am I saying?!"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Damn, that hit the spo-wait a second, is that a grey hair I see?"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Crap. He's remembering that voicemail message of Crowleys I played to lure the demon! I just know it! Man, I'll never hear the end of it. Why didn't I erase the stupid thing when I had the chance?"

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "Crap. I should've gotten the Health Shake Quake Salad instead..."

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "I wonder if I should tell Dean the Valet girl slipped me her number?"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "I wonder if I should tell Sam that Piper slipped me her number?"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "You know, gotta admit it, Sam really is ruggedly handsome..."

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "You know, I really am ruggedly handsome..."

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "A pair of clippers. Five minutes. That's all I ask."

Dean: "What's wrong Sammy? Cat got your tongue? Case of the clap? Bad breath? Psoriasis?"

Sam: "Heartburn Dean, heartburn. You and your crap food! Any Tums left in the glove compartment?"

Dean: "You know Sammy, now that you gave Cas your Netflix password and access to your room we are never going to get him to leave the bunker. He's already watching Jenny Jones reruns. Slippery slope man, slippery slope. Unless..."

Sam: "Unless wha- no, you wouldn't E.A.E.S. Cas, would you?!"

Dean: "Yup, tough love. E.A.E.S. Emergency Angelic Ejection Sigil!"

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "Should I tell him about my visions of the cage?"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Should I tell him about my weird connection with The Darkness?"

*Both speaking simultaneously* "So how about that Len character?! Wanna beer?"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Cold shoulder huh? I'm going to lob this at your head. See how you like that, Sasquatch!"

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "How is it possible that we are even more attractive in natural lighting?!"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Is tha- is that a bedbug!? Aw damn it all Cas!"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "I wonder if he suspects I'm wearing his underwear?"

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "We really don't look much alike... I wonder if he was adopted."

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "Damn it! I really hate pickles! Not as much as I hate demons, but close."

Dean: *Sniffs* "You gonna eat that?"

Sam: "I'm rethinking the whole no kill policy Dean."

Dean: "It was only a matter of time Sammy. You actually held out longer than I thought you would!"

Dean: "So if Amara is God's sister and Lucifer and Michael are God's sons and we are their true vessels, does that mean Amara is technically our Aunt?"

Sam: "I don't think the heavenly family tree works quite like that Dean."

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "Is now a good time to tell him I made the front cover of Hunky Hunters?"

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "Should I tell him that Piper and I "christened" the front seat too?"

Sam: "You know Dean, I just get this strong feeling in my gut sitting here thinking about TheDarkness..."

Dean: "That's heartburn Sam."

Dean: "I get it, okay! Your mad at me and that's fine. But Sam, it's not my fault. I told them no pickles damn it!"

Dean: "I'm sorry okay? I should have remembered to have disposed of the Alphas head in the cooler, but c'mon man, I hardly think you're scarred for life Sam."

Dean thought bubble: "Sammy looks upset. He's probably worried about Jordie."

Sam thought bubble: "That cloud looks just like a unicorn!"

Sam: "You know I had a brother with many issues once."

Dean: "Uh oh...did I...was that...well that explains a lot?"

Sam: "So, was Lizzie really responsible for the Borden murders? I mean, logically it-"

Dean: "Let it go, Serial Killer Boy."

Dean: "What do you mean I still owe you an apology for disrespecting Ghandi by calling him a little man in diapers? He was a little man in diapers! And a fruitarian as well!"

Sam: "He was a great man Dean."

Dean: "Sam, how many times am I gonna have to tell you? It wasn't a wild swing man. I ganked Death on purpose!"

Dean: "Exactly how old are you Sam?"

Sam: "Well, technically I'm 34 but in actuality I'm a lot older than that! You've gotta figure that extra year stuck in the Tricksters timeline, and then there's all those months that translate into something like dog years in Hell, and you can't leave off that lost year while I was soulless. Uhm, somewhere around I don't know and I've got no idea?"

Dean: "The minds the first to go Sam. It's no wonder I'm seein' some gray hairs on you bro!"

"Quit worrying about it, Sam. The cow was already dead."

Dean thinking (Oh man he looks like he's gonna cry...but why?? Think geeky...think geeky... the Lizzie house was a hoax!)
Dean: Um sorry the whole Lizzie thing wasn't real man.

SamLip quibbles) I don't want to talk about it!

Dean: "Let me get this straight. You got beat up by two junior, say it with me, Ghoulpires?!"

Sam: "I told you I'm not saying it and no, they were older than they looked!"

Dean: "So about this toilet water..."

Sam: "Toilette. Or in this case, lavender scented Eau de Toilette. It's a less concentrated version of-"

Dean: "Ewww gross. Dress it up anyway you want to Sam, it's still toilet water."

Sam: "Your such a philistine Dean."

Dean: "Disagree. I'd say I'm more of an atheist there, Sam."

Dean: "You know when all is said and done, you gotta give Len a big thumbs up for saving our lives!
What? Too soon?"

Sam: "How are we even related?"

Dean: "So do you think Google maps will be of any help if I put "Follow the crazy Sams been seeing lately" as our destination?"

Sam: "I think you'll probably get better results with "Follow the dead bodies". It's simpler and to the point."

Sam: I forgot to clean the esky
Dean: I'm gonna be sick

Sam: I'm going to have to change everything on my Lizzie blog
Dean: Really Sam a Lizzie blog

Sam: Is everything I know about seriel killers a lie -- sob
Dean: Don't worry Sammy you've got Crowley, and Amara you had me for awhile

Dean: *Singing* "Hey Dude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it betterrrr..."

Dean: "So whaddya think? Mines better, right? Right?!"

Dean: "Yeah that poor bastard Len had to sell his entire Lizzie Borden collection. Took quite a loss."

Sam: "Yeah man, I got it for a stea- uh, I mean...."

Dean: "Sammy..."

Dean: *Thinking to himself* "Oh crap. I think he just realized I trimmed his hair while he was asleep!
Well, it beats Nair in the shampoo bottle Sammy boy, I was doing you a favor. Seriously, what was up with that hair style last season?"

Sam: "And look! There's a cow, and that looks like a lion and that one over there kinda looks like a Wen-"

Dean: "Looks like a clown to me. See its crazy hair and the big buttons on it's shir-"

Sam: *Gulp* "Game over!"

Sam: "Dean I-"

Dean: "Ghoulpire. C'mon now, I know you want to say it!"

Sam: *Thinking to himself* "And people wonder why we don't ever tell each other important things
when we talk..."

Dean: "Sammy I,-"

Sam: "Ghoulpire? That's not very original. Remember Jefferson Starships? Now that was original! You're slipping man, must be the old age!"

Dean: "And people wonder why we don't ever apologize..."

Dean: "Mmmm! That Piper sure smelled good! Kinda a mix of vanilla, jasmine with a touch of lavender..."

Sam: "What!? It was more like Lily of the Valley, vanilla and a hint of lilac if it was anything!"

Dean: "Whatever. It was a bouquet for the senses man!"

Dean: "What do you have against the song O' Death? That Berry chick sings the Hell out of it! Even better than Titus!"

Sam: "I'm gonna be sick..."

Dean: "That valet chick could really handle Baby. Reminded me of me when I first got to drive her."

Sam: "So you're saying you drive like a girl. Got it."

Dean: *confused* "Whaaaat?"

*Female voice heard singing in the background* "Ohhhhh Death. Ohhh ohhh Death..."

Dean: "You hear that?"

Sam: "Nope! You finished? We're burning daylight!!!"

Dean: "Cmon Sam. I said I'm sorry about the hammer thing but in my defense I was a pissed off demonic pincushion... what do you mean it's not that?"

Sam: "Toothbrush. Armpit. Next thing I know it'll be the toilet!"

Dean: "Uhhh..."

Dean: "I promise. I'll never call you Samuel again."

Sam: "It's Sammy. Samuel is a tall barrel chested bald guy."

Dean: "So you prefer a twelve year old overweight kid. Check."

Sam: "Thanks jerk."

Dean: "Welcome, bitch."