Dean: Germs take one look at me and think, “Why waste our time?”
Adam: Women say the same thing.
Dean: Guys, this is all my fault!
Sam: No it isn’t, Dean.
Adam: Yeah, it kinda is.
Sam & Gabe: *assumes things without even talking to eachother*
Dean & Cass: *passive aggressive BS*
Micheal & Adam, people who know how to actually fucking talk to eachother: RIP to them, but we’re different.
Dean: I hate it when people ask me to “explain my thought process,” like Hell if I know!
Dean: “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Nothing I want to be apart of.
Adam: Therapy. Fucking use it.
Charlie, taping a knife to a roomba and setting it loose: be free my child.
Adam, entering the kitchen with a cut on his ankle: WHO THE FUCK–
John: You know, I raised two fully functional children.
Adam: You have two other children we don’t know about?
Michael: Gabriel, Raphael has informed me that you’ve been growing pot in your bedroom.
Gabriel: Oh, you mean this? *pulls out a flowerpot*
Michael: My mistake. What are you growing?
Dean: I don’t like you.
Micheal: I’ll get over it.
Gabriel: I have this weird self esteem issue where I think I hate myself, but I also still think I’m better than everyone else.
Dean: You’re my brother, I’d die for you!
Sam: Not if I die for you first.
Dean: You wouldn’t dare!
Adam: Are they always like this?
Michael: *says something awkward*
Dean:..Is that a joke?
Michael:…I don’t know.