Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
What's the good Father's playbook say now?

Sam Winchester:
Well, now that we got the consecrated ground, I just, uh... I slip Crowley one dose of blood every hour for eight hours, then seal the deal with a bloody fist sandwich. That should do it.

Dean Winchester:
Okay, the blood's supposed to be purified, isn't it? You ever, uh... you ever done the "Forgive me, Father" before?

Sam Winchester:
Once. When we were kids. [a surprised look crosses Dean's face] Which is why I have no clue what to say now.

Dean Winchester:
Um, well, I could give you a few suggestions, if you want.

Sam Winchester:
Uh, okay, yeah, sure.

Dean Winchester:
Okay, well. Just spit ballin' here, [Hesitating a bit, starts slowly] but if I were you... uh... Ruby? Killing Lilith. Letting Lucifer out. [Picking up speed now] Losing your soul. Not looking for me when I went to Purgatory.

Sam Winchester:
[Sardonically] Thanks.

Dean Winchester:
[Lifts his hands in a "Don't mind me" gesture] For starters. [Sam grabs his gear and heads to the door] Oh, hey, how 'bout, how about what you did to, uh, Penny Markle in the 6th grade? [With a smirk on his face] Why don't you lead with that?

Sam Winchester:
[Turns to Dean] Wait, that was you.

Dean Winchester:
[the smirk disappears and he looks away, hardening his voice] Carry on.