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hellerjackline · 1 month
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iamharryhale · 6 months
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Sam: Dean is not answering his phone.
Cas: Let me try.
Charlie: Sam and I have already tried four times each, what makes you think—
Dean, answering after the first ring: Hello?
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elasgottoomuchfreetime · 11 months
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Sam: Cas isn‘t answering his phone
Dean: I’ll call
Sam: Bobby and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Cas: Hello?
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bobwess · 1 month
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Charlie: YOLT! Dean: Yolt? Charlie: You only live twice.
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mikeluciraphgabe · 6 months
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[At a graveyard]
Micheal: *puts a hand on Lucifer’s headstone* how could you do this to me?
Micheal, sobbing: We’re so understaffed
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(Before finding out about bullets with a devils trap on them)
Sam Winchester: Are you really planning to shoot the demon? Dean Winchester: Don't worry, it's a holy gun. Sam Winchester (skeptical but curious): How so? Dean Winchester (making direct eye contact): It makes holes.
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womp-womp-chomp-chomp · 3 months
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Sam: I spy with my little eye, Something that starts with an ‘s’.
Jack: Salt? A snake?
Gabriel: sand?
Dean and Castiel: [Staring at each other from a distance]
Gabriel: Sexual tension.
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brinleyparke · 2 months
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Crowley: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinny-sin-sinned.
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ilostmyshoe28 · 9 months
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unkindcorvid · 4 months
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Dean: Look, I know you think my judgment is clouded because I might like Cas a little bit. Sam: *holding Dean’s notebook* You doodled your wedding invitation. Dean: No, that’s our joint tombstone. Sam: My mistake.
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Dean: In high school, the rich kids would make fun of me for wearing the same two shirts over and over.
Dean: I swore when I grew up, I'd have a flannel for every day of the week.
Dean: And I do. By God I do.
Crowley: *rolls his eyes*
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[they get lost on the road]
Sam: Let's look at Dean's directions
Jo: Okay. "I-43 to Highway 60. Head east when it gets different." 'When it gets different.' What the hell does that mean?
Sam: Wait. Let me see that. "Go a ways past the… fancy thing… and turn left at the ugly house."
Jo: [sarcastically] Oh, well, if the "fancy thing's" a dead cow, then we're almost there!
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iamharryhale · 3 months
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Cas: Are we dating?
Dean, choking on his drink: No— NO!
Cas: But you called me baby and sunshine this morning—
Dean: You’re my friend. I call all my friends that.
Crowley, in the distance, through tears: YOU NEVER CALL ME THAT!
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*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Dean: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Jack: ...I did. I broke it.
Dean: No. No you didn't. Cas?
Cas: Don't look at me. Look at Sam.
Sam: What?! I didn't break it.
Cas: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Sam: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Cas: Suspicious.
Sam: No, it's not!
Crowley: If it matters, probably not, but Mother was the last one to use it.
Rowena: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Crowley: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Rowena: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Fergus!
Jack: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Dean.
Dean: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Sam: Dean... Gabriel’s been awfully quiet.
Gabriel: rEALLY?!
Sam: YES REALLY
Gabriel: OH MY DAD
*Everyone starts arguing*
Dean, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Dean: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Dean:
Dean: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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bobwess · 4 months
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mikeluciraphgabe · 27 days
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Lucifer: ya I’ll have an iced coffee with 8 shots of espresso, 12 sugars and-
Micheal: holy fuck just do a line
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