Novel & Cerita Dean Winchester Supernatural Quotes

the bartender replied “ He is a frequent customer “ “ohhh, could you recall the events of when he last came here? “ “ohh the last time he came here, nothing special really happened he just came with some of his friends, ordered the same whiskey you ordered , talked with his friends and he left with them” the bartender replied “why are you asking? is he your friend? “ “No he was murdered “ Lucy said “Murdered!!! “The bartender was surprised “Now that I think about it, one of his friends was possessed by a low level demon “

"Use your initiative and do all you can do to save Kate." "Damn it! This is a suicide mission." Cass pretended to shoot himself in the head and shot his tongue out like a kid. "But if he is the first of the first then he should be dead by now, shouldn't he?" I furrowed my brows and sat up straight. "A god never dies, his presence might diminish in the human realm but never in the supernatural realm. Go inside the book store, ask for Lindsay Decker, she will guide you through." The call disconnected and we both stared on looking puzzled and completely baffled.

"I'm disgusted with him. Don't be afraid. And no matter how many times I have to kill him, or who I need to beg for help, he won't break me again. It won't break us again. That's my promise.” Hunter's chest goes up and down at an uncompassed pace, although his face remains inexpressive. "What do you have in mind, Suzy?” "He told Dean that the past was not a weakness, but, precisely because of the past, he is here now. Alive. I just believe that there are more people than we think who can be very happy knowing that Jonathan Maxwell is not dead "I emphasize.

Damon smiled at her, thankful she’d taken up that task. “I don’t have a clue, but it reminds me of the saying the quill is mightier than the sword. I guess some magic user took the saying to heart.” Eva mention an old quote Damon didn’t know the origin of, or if the pen had any connection to the quote. “Either way, we have a pen that scares me more than anything else I’ve read about here yet.”

"What the hell happened out there?" Dean closed the first aid kit and pushed it further away on the bed. "I was coming back home from making a deal when I heard voices in the alley you were in. I stayed, eavesdropped a bit because I recognized your voice." His lip tugged slightly. "I knew I would never get anything out of you yourself, willingly. I was curious. Next thing I know, I'm playing hero and saving your life." He spoke with nonchalance and such calmness, like this was not something totally crazy or bizarre. "Wh-"

He then squinted and said, “You know about the art of killing, which shows that you are extraordinary. There aren’t many people like you in the world. “But you still can’t save me! “Or should I say, in this world, apart from the few old monsters who stepped into seclusion, only the Chief Instructor can save me! “If it’s him, it shouldn’t pose a problem to save me. Having said that, Dean seemed indifferent with a hint of melancholy. He then said, “So, young man, there’s no need to waste time on me. “Not only is it useless, but it is also likely to crush your spirit, affecting your future growth!

he said “The dead does speak, you just have to find a way to speak to them I don’t know how much time I can give you because right now, I am not the one you should be talking to. It is Annabelle and I don’t think you or anybody can talk her out of killing him” Alex said

What are you planning? "Bring me two million, and I'll help you nail her." I stared at Summer. "Otherwise, I'll keep taking her money. "When you're making deals with the devil, you stand with whoever pays more.” "Goddamn it, Mark! One day, money's going to get you killed!"

He's losing his hold, Paul Wason. It's happening more and more. Dean Wason's hand, around which a crystal glass of amber liquid trembled, shook just a little. He placed it with a cutting ring on the mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on a spot on the far wall. The rich study, leather-bound books, and heavy velvet drapes were all of a sudden oppressive. Paul Wason, across from him, observed his brother with alarm mixed with an insidious fear. “What is?” Paul Wason asked, his voice low and steady. “The visions? The murmuring?” “The… faces,” Dean Wason whispered, his gaze unfocused. “They whisper things. Accusations. They tell me I’m a butcher, that I’ve damned them all. That they chose a different

Hopeless to call on Dean, it'd only distract him. You know how people say, you only know what you have when you lose it? I guess, it was then I appreciated the friendship with Dean. My life back on earth, everything. I could remember Dean licking ice cream for the first time as it fell on his shirt and he licked it. Said, nothing this delicious should go to waste. I laughed, but no sound came out. It was funny, being in front of death yet only happy memories I thought about. Life is funny like that, you only remember the best, when you're faced with the worst case scenario. You laugh out loud when you're dying, not because you're happy, but because death is comical.