DEAN: Just got a call from, uh, an old friend. Her father was killed last night, she thinks it might be our kind of thing.
SAM: What?
DEAN: Yeah. Believe me, she never would’ve called, never, if she didn’t need us. Come on, you comin’ or what?

SAM: By old friend, you mean….?
DEAN: A friend that’s not new.

DEAN: Yeah, we went out.
SAM: You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?
DEAN: Am I speakin’ a language you’re not getting here? Yeah, Dad and I were workin’ a job in Athens, Ohio, she was finishing up college, and we went out for a couple weeks.
SAM: And? Look, it’s terrible about her dad, but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident. I’m not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which, by the way, how does she know what we do? (Dean doesn’t respond. Sam is in disbelief.) You told her. You told her? The secret? Our big family rule number one, we do what we do, and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything? Dean!
DEAN: Yeah. Looks like it.

SAM: And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?
CASSIE: Oh, when you say it aloud like that. Listen, I’m a little skeptical about this….ghost stuff, or whatever it is you guys are into.
DEAN: Skeptical. Yeah, if I remember, I think you said it was nuts.

SAM: I’ll say this for her—she’s fearless.
DEAN: Mmhmm.
SAM: I bet she kicked your ass a couple times. What’s interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she’s not looking, she checks you out when you look away. It’s just an interesting observation. In a, you know, observationally interesting way.

SAM: No, look, man, everybody’s gotta open up to someone, sometime.
DEAN: Yeah, I don’t. It was stupid to get that close, and look how it ended. (Sam smiles and stares at him.) Would you stop? (Sam continues to stare.) Blink or something.
SAM: (stunned) You loved her.
DEAN: Oh, God.
SAM: You were in love with her, but you dumped her. (Dean looks at him and shakes his head.) Oh, wow. She dumped you.
DEAN: Get in the car. (Sam doesn’t move.) Get in the car!

CASSIE: I forgot you do that.
DEAN: Do what?
CASSIE: Oh, whenever we get—what’s the word, close? Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off. Or make some joke, or find any way to shut the door on me.
DEAN: Oh, that’s hilarious. See, I’m not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me.
CASSIE: Wait a minute—
DEAN: And I’m not the one who took the key and buried it.
CASSIE: Are we done with this metaphor?

CASSIE: Back then, I thought you just wanted to dump me.
DEAN: (surprised) Whoa, let’s not forget who dumped who, okay?
CASSIE: I thought it was what you wanted.
DEAN: Well, it wasn’t.
CASSIE: I didn’t mean to hurt you!
DEAN: Well, you did.
CASSIE: I’m sorry!
DEAN: Yeah, me too. (They stare at each other for a few seconds before breaking into a passionate kiss. They pull away, slightly dazed, then kiss again. Cassie slides Dean’s jacket off his body and they wrap their arms around each other.)

CASSIE: We should fight more often.
DEAN: Absolutely.

SAM: I’m guessing you guys worked things out?
DEAN: We’ll be workin’ things out when we’re ninety. So, what happened?

DEAN: Well, after tonight, I think we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight—you and Cassie are marked. Okay? And your daughter could die. So, if you know something, now would be a really good time to tell us about it.

CASSIE: Why didn’t you tell me?
MRS. ROBINSON: I thought I was protecting them. And now there’s no one left to protect.
DEAN: Yes, there is.

SAM: My life was so simple. Just school. Exams. Papers on polycentric cultural norms.
DEAN: So, I guess I saved you from a boring existence.
SAM: Yeah, occasionally, I miss boring.
DEAN: Alright, so, this killer truck—
SAM: I miss conversations that didn’t start with “this killer truck”.

SAM: You know we’re gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right? Oh, man.
DEAN: You said it.

CASSIE: Hey. She’s asleep. Now what?
DEAN: Well, you stay put, and look after her. And we’ll be back. Don’t leave the house.
CASSIE: Don’t go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it.
DEAN: Don’t leave the house, please? (They smile and begin to kiss. Sam sees them and clears his throat. Dean holds up his index finger, and they eventually pull away from each other.) You comin’ or what?

SAM: Now I know what she sees in you.
DEAN: What?
SAM: Come on, man, you can admit it, you’re still in love with her.
DEAN: Oh, can we focus, please?

SAM: So, burning the body had no effect on that thing?
DEAN: Oh, sure it did. Now it’s really pissed.

SAM: How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck, Dean?

DEAN: Yes! (The truck crashes into the back of Dean’s car, causing him to drop his cell phone.) Oh, you son of a bitch!

SAM: Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they’re destroyed. So, I figured maybe that would get rid of it.
DEAN: Maybe? Maybe?! What if you were wrong?
SAM: Huh. Honestly, that thought hadn’t occurred to me. (Dean, clearly furious, hangs up.)
DEAN: “Well, that honestly didn’t occur to me”. (He slams his hand on the steering wheel.) I’m gonna kill him.

CASSIE: My mother says to tell you thanks again. This is a better goodbye than last time.
DEAN: Yeah, well, maybe this time it’ll be a little less permanent.
CASSIE: You know what? I’m a realist. I don’t see much hope for us, Dean.
DEAN: Well, I’ve seen stranger things happen. A hell of a lot stranger.

SAM: You meet someone like her, ever make you wonder if it’s worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do? (Dean says nothing, but smiles at Sam. He takes a pair of sunglasses out of the glove compartment and puts them on.)
DEAN: Wake me up when it’s my turn to drive.

Quotes taken from transcript @ TwizTv.com