#spn incorrect quotes
Y/N: Who moved my C4? I just reorganized and it should be between the burner phones and the det-cords.
Sam: Leaving aside the fact that you alphabetized your weapons closet, you used the last of your C4 trying to prove that you could brake into an unbreakable safe.
Y/N: Oh, right. That was fun. Use the money I won off that bet to get me more C4.
Y/N: *Burps loudly*
Sam: Ew, did you have to do that at the table?
Y/N: What did you want me to do? Hold it in, go outside and then release it like a dragon?
Sam: Well- I don’t know.
Y/N: Then shut up *burps again*
Dean, to Sam: *Nudges Sam with his elbow* That’s one of the reasons I married them.
Dean: *Smiles at Y/N lovestruck* I love you.
Y/N: Aw, I love you to Dean.
Dean: *Burps*
Y/N:Nice*Burps*
Sam: Ugh, I’m leaving.
Dean, and Y/N:Bye!
Sam: You two are perfect for each other.
Dean, and Y/N: We know!
Dean:I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.
Sam: Y/N is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Dean.
Y/N: I feel like Dean is the more responsible one of us two though.
Dean: We are both 70% of each others’ impulse control.
Y/N: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.
Y/N: We need to get through this locked door. Dean, give me your credit card.
Dean:Here.
Y/N, pocketing it: Thanks. Sam, kick down the door.
Dean: Y/N has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them.
Sam: That can’t be true.
Dean: Watch this.
Dean: Hey Y/N, race you to the bottom of the stairs!
Y/N: *Throws themself out a window*
Y/N: Where are you going?
Dean: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn’t get me one!
Y/N: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!
Sam, knowing full well that Y/N got Dean an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*
Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.
Dean, with Y/N and Sam behind him: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!
Police:Yes…three.
Dean: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?
Police:Wha-
Dean: Cas FUCKING FELL OFF!
*The gang when they drop food on the floor*
Sam: Aw man. *Throws it away*
Dean: Five second rule!
Y/N: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*
Cas: *Sobs on the floor*
Y/N, watching Sam do something stupid: Dean, you’re officially only the second highest risk here.
Dean: Hell yeah! I’m gonna—
Y/N: Don’t finish that sentence, you’ll move back up.
Jack: I need life advice
Dean, sipping beer and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person
Lucifer: Why does everyone always assume the worst of me?
Sam: It saves time
Jack: *Comes into the bunker kitchen late at night* Hey, can we talk?
Castiel: *Instantly panics* Yeah, sure? What’s going on?
Jack: If ‘mono’ means ‘one, and ‘poly’ means ‘two’
Jack: What the fuck does Monopoly mean?
Dean: Jack, what the fuck-
Sam: Alright, I’m gonna go to bed, don’t do murder
Jack: Why would I murder anyone?
Castiel: I wasn’t planning on it, but now I will
Dean: Fuck you, don’t tell me what to do
Sam: Literally fuck all of you, why am I friends with you?
Dean, after getting kidnapped: You think no one knows I’m here?
Demon: You mean Castiel? Castiel’s dead.
Dean, scoffing: Don’t be ridiculous, Cas would never die without telling me
Dean: Hey, Sam, can Cas and I borrow 4,000 bucks?
Sam: Why the hell do you need 4,000 bucks?
Dean: It’s for an escape room
Sam:What kind of escape room costs 4,000 dollars?
Dean: Jail
Dean: God, I hate this feeling
Sam: You mean sobriety?
Dean: Am I right, Sam?
Sam: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening
Castiel, waking up to Dean unsuccessfully attempting to sneak into the bunker with a black eye with a split lip: Explain?
Dean: I am baby
Castiel: You are bastard, but continue.
Dean:Hey, kid, you okay?
Jack: *lying face down on the floor* I’m depressed.
Dean: Damn, me too.
Dean: No, wait, hi depressed, I’m dad.
Dean: No, wait, what’s wrong?
Sam: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of a river
Dean: Wrong, I look like a cool rockstar that OD’d in their own pool. Big difference.
Castiel: So are you in an ‘i just need to rest’ kind of bad mood, or are you in an ‘I’m about to shoot stuff until I feel better’ kind of bad mood?
Dean: *lying on floor with knife clutched on chest* I haven’t decided yet.
Gabriel: I don’t think I’m the protagonist, I’m the antagonist
Gabriel: Not in an edgy “Ooh ahh, I’m evil, I’m a villain” way, I just create problems and obstacles for anyone who encounters me
Gabriel: People meet me and are inevitably worse off for it
Dean, pointing a knife at his emotions: Stay back, sluts
Jack: How do Sam and Dean usually get out of these messes?
Castiel: They don’t. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.
Dean: Cas, you know what would be so funny? If you could send me pics of you wearing a cowboy hat- LIKE as a joke dude-
Jack, taping a knife to a roomba and setting it loose: be free my child
Dean, entering the room with cuts on his ankles: WHO THE FUCK-
Dean, skating backwards past a group of demons on heely’s holding two shotguns: Sup, fucks
Dean: Hey, do you have any shaving cream I can borrow?
Castiel: No, I don’t like the way it tastes.
Dean: You eat shaving cream?
Castiel: No, why would I eat it if I don’t like the way it tastes?
Castiel: I’ve calculated the odds of our success and I’ve decided not to share the information with you
Dean: Oh, wonderful
Sam, watching Dean chug an entire pot of coffee: You know, that probably isn’t healthy for you
Dean: My body’s been through worse, I’ll probably be fine
