“Who’s your favorite character so far, Dean?”
“Eh, I think Blanche is my kind of gal,”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Who’s your favorite character so far, Dean?”
“Eh, I think Blanche is my kind of gal,”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“What the hell is kale?”
“It’s, like, a relative of spinach, I think,”
“Tastes gross,”
“Dean, don’t eat that! I haven’t paid for it yet!”
“You’re the perfect package. You can decapitate vamps and make a mean turkey? Marry me now,”
“Y/N, whatever I did, I’ll make it up to you. Just tell me what I did wrong,”
“Dean, let me go,”
“Hold your breath. This alcohol is gonna sting like a bitch,”
“That’s fine as long as I can drink some afterwards,”
“So, Y/N, what would you consider to be the perfect date?”
“April 25th,”
“What?”
“It’s a Miss Congeniality refer- You know what, nevermind…”
“Hey, Y/N. How’s it feel to be one of Vincente’s fangirls?”
“Let’s just say if I took a shot for every time he referred to himself as a rock god, I’d be on the way to the hospital,”
“I asked the front desk and they said they don’t have any other rooms available,”
“Well, shit,”
“Dear God, it’s me, Dean Winchester. I know we’re not exactly on the best terms since I don’t really believe in you, but please, make my life suck a little less.”
“I’m telling you, Y/N! It happened! I capped him, stupid mustache and all!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“If it wasn’t your birthday, you wouldn’t be sitting behind that wheel. Don’t get comfortable, sweet cheeks,”
“Do you think you could leave Her to me in your will?”
“Hey, slow your roll,”
“Oh, my God, that’s disgusting! How do you drink this every day?”
“Eventually you realize your life tastes worse than any alcohol you can stomach.”
“You know that doesn’t define you, right? You’re your own person. Your past serves as a lesson, not an influence.”
