sobrenatural Posters

Trickster: [to Sam] Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one, has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands.


Sam Winchester: Man, I had a weird dream.
Dean Winchester: Yeah? Clowns or midgets?


Dean Winchester: My God, you're a freak.


Dean Winchester: I'm tellin' you, Sam, this job is small-fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.
Sam Winchester: Sure, we'll get right on that. Where is she again?
Dean Winchester: Shut up.


Dean Winchester: Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.


Sam Winchester: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday,...

Sam Winchester: I'm Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner.


Dean Winchester: I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere...
Sam Winchester: Pretty much.
Dean Winchester: It's creepy, y'know, it's downright unsanitary!


Dean Winchester: You saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean Winchester: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. Tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's called witchcraft, short bus.
Dean Winchester: ...You're the short bus, short bus...


Sam Winchester: We have to start looking at the big picture, Dean. Start thinking in strategies, in moves ahead. It's not so simple,...

Dean Winchester: [about Bela] Can I shoot her?
Sam Winchester: Not in public.


Bela Talbot: [to Dean] You know, when this is over, we should really have some angry sex.
Dean Winchester: Don't objectify me. Lets go.


Dean Winchester: [to Sam about Gert] What a crazy old broad.
Sam Winchester: Why, because she believes in ghosts?
Dean Winchester: Haha, look at ya, stickin' up for ya girlfriend, you cougar hound.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean Winchester: Not if she bites ya first.


Sam Winchester: How do you sleep at night?
Bela Talbot: In silk sheets, rolling naked in money.


Dean Winchester: A Hand of Glory?...

Sam Winchester: I came here to make you an offer.
Crossroads Demon: You're going to make me an offer? That's adorable.
Sam Winchester: You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, I live... you live, everyone goes início happy. Or you stop breathing permantantly.


Crossroads Demon: All this tough talk, I have to tell you it's not very convincing. I mean, come one Sam, do you even want to break the deal?
Sam Winchester: What do you think?
Crossroads Demon: I don't know. Aren't you tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psychy of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed...

Dean Winchester: What are you laughing at bitch, your still trapped.
Casey: So are you... bitch.


Sam Winchester: I might have found some omens in Ohio. Drought lightning, barometric pressure drop...
Dean Winchester: That's thrilling.
Sam Winchester: ...plus some guy blows his head off in a church, and another goes postal in a hobbey comprar before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens.
Dean Winchester: Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker.


Casey: What can I get you boys?
bDean Winchester: What's your specialty?
Casey: I make a mean hurricane.
Dean Winchester: [smirks] I guess...

Dean Winchester: I'm Batman.
Sam Winchester: [sarcastically] Yeah, you're Batman.


Dean Winchester: [looks at Sam] What?
Sam Winchester: I lost my shoe.


Dean Winchester: Is that a rabbit's foot?
Sam Winchester: I think it is.


Bobby Singer: [re: the rabbits foot] You see, you touch it, you own it. You own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the devil. But you lose it, that luck turns. It turns so bad that you're dead inside a week.
Sam Winchester: Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby.
Bobby Singer: Everybody loses it!


Bobby Singer: Dean, great news. It wasn't easy, but I found a heavyweight cleansing...