Meg: [to Pastor Jim] The other day I met this man. A nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat, sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest. Does that make me a bad person?
Pastor Jim: Salvation was created for sinners.
Sam Winchester: It seems that as closer as we get to this demon, the stronger my vision starts to happen.
John Winchester: Why didn't you tell me about that? Dean, you should of have called me in my cell phone and leave me a message!
Dean Winchester: [surprised] Call you? Are you kidding? We called you at Lawrence, I called you when I was dying, the odds of you picking this phone up is just as much as I have to win in the lottery!
Sam Winchester: It's still in there!
Dean Winchester: Sam - Sam! No!
Sam Winchester: Dean, let me go it's still in there!
Dean Winchester: It's burning to the ground! It's suicide!
Sam Winchester: I don't care!
Dean Winchester: I DO!
Sam Winchester: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: You said yourself once... that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back.
Sam Winchester: [grabs Dean and shoves him up against the wall] Don't you say that! Not you! Not after all this. Don't you say that.
Dean Winchester: Sam, look... the three of us... that's all we have... it's all I have... sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... without you and Dad...
Pastor Jim: Salvation was created for sinners.
Sam Winchester: It seems that as closer as we get to this demon, the stronger my vision starts to happen.
John Winchester: Why didn't you tell me about that? Dean, you should of have called me in my cell phone and leave me a message!
Dean Winchester: [surprised] Call you? Are you kidding? We called you at Lawrence, I called you when I was dying, the odds of you picking this phone up is just as much as I have to win in the lottery!
Sam Winchester: It's still in there!
Dean Winchester: Sam - Sam! No!
Sam Winchester: Dean, let me go it's still in there!
Dean Winchester: It's burning to the ground! It's suicide!
Sam Winchester: I don't care!
Dean Winchester: I DO!
Sam Winchester: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: You said yourself once... that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back.
Sam Winchester: [grabs Dean and shoves him up against the wall] Don't you say that! Not you! Not after all this. Don't you say that.
Dean Winchester: Sam, look... the three of us... that's all we have... it's all I have... sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... without you and Dad...
Paperback: 240 pages
Publisher: Benbella Books (March 1, 2009)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1933771631
ISBN-13: 978-1933771632
A relative newcomer to the paranormal-teen drama scene, the hit TV show Supernatural has already developed a rabid and deeply committed fan base since its debut in the fall of 2005. When their dad mysteriously disappears, brothers Dean and Sam Winchester join forces to bring him home and are pulled headlong into the world he knew best-one full of demons, spirits, monsters, and ghouls. Featuring essays from three lucky fans as well as leading writers and pop culture experts, this insightful anthology sheds light on a variety of issues, including why such a male-centric show has such a large female fan base, "Wincest" and homoeroticism, how Supernatural can be interpreted as a modern-day Brothers Grimm, and the questionable nature of John Winchester's parenting habits.
Sheriff: Listen, you and your brother...
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on top of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? You be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So you believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, you fugly!
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on top of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? You be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So you believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, you fugly!