Meg: [to Pastor Jim] The other دن I met this man. A nice guy, آپ know? And we had a really good chat, sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his دل out through his chest. Does that make me a bad person?
Pastor Jim: Salvation was created for sinners.
Sam Winchester: It seems that as closer as we get to this demon, the stronger my vision starts to happen.
John Winchester: Why didn't آپ tell me about that? Dean, آپ should of have called me in my cell phone and leave me a message!
Dean Winchester: [surprised] Call you? Are آپ kidding? We called آپ at Lawrence, I called آپ when I was dying, the odds of آپ picking this phone up is just as much as I have to win in the lottery!
Sam Winchester: It's still in there!
Dean Winchester: Sam - Sam! No!
Sam Winchester: Dean, let me go it's still in there!
Dean Winchester: It's burning to the ground! It's suicide!
Sam Winchester: I don't care!
Dean Winchester: I DO!
Sam Winchester: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: آپ کہا yourself once... that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back.
Sam Winchester: [grabs Dean and shoves him up against the wall] Don't آپ say that! Not you! Not after all this. Don't آپ say that.
Dean Winchester: Sam, look... the three of us... that's all we have... it's all I have... sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... without آپ and Dad...
Pastor Jim: Salvation was created for sinners.
Sam Winchester: It seems that as closer as we get to this demon, the stronger my vision starts to happen.
John Winchester: Why didn't آپ tell me about that? Dean, آپ should of have called me in my cell phone and leave me a message!
Dean Winchester: [surprised] Call you? Are آپ kidding? We called آپ at Lawrence, I called آپ when I was dying, the odds of آپ picking this phone up is just as much as I have to win in the lottery!
Sam Winchester: It's still in there!
Dean Winchester: Sam - Sam! No!
Sam Winchester: Dean, let me go it's still in there!
Dean Winchester: It's burning to the ground! It's suicide!
Sam Winchester: I don't care!
Dean Winchester: I DO!
Sam Winchester: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: آپ کہا yourself once... that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never comin' back.
Sam Winchester: [grabs Dean and shoves him up against the wall] Don't آپ say that! Not you! Not after all this. Don't آپ say that.
Dean Winchester: Sam, look... the three of us... that's all we have... it's all I have... sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man... without آپ and Dad...
Paperback: 240 pages
Publisher: Benbella کتابیں (March 1, 2009)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1933771631
ISBN-13: 978-1933771632
A relative newcomer to the paranormal-teen drama scene, the hit TV دکھائیں Supernatural has already developed a rabid and deeply committed پرستار base since its debut in the fall of 2005. When their dad mysteriously disappears, brothers Dean and Sam Winchester شامل میں forces to bring him ہوم and are pulled headlong into the world he knew best-one full of demons, spirits, monsters, and ghouls. Featuring essays from three lucky شائقین as well as leading writers and pop culture experts, this insightful anthology sheds light on a variety of issues, including why such a male-centric دکھائیں has such a large female پرستار base, "Wincest" and homoeroticism, how Supernatural can be interpreted as a modern-day Brothers Grimm, and the questionable nature of John Winchester's parenting habits.
Sheriff: Listen, آپ and your brother...
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on سب, سب سے اوپر of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? آپ be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So آپ believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, آپ fugly!
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on سب, سب سے اوپر of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? آپ be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So آپ believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, آپ fugly!