Sam: "Hey Grandpa, did you see the fence opening or is your eyesight failing?"

Dean: (panting) I barely made it over that fence. Sam, I feel old ....... and I know I'm starting to look and sound like Sylvester Stallone. But to have to put on this grandpa sweater, which, by the way, makes me look 50 pounds heavier is more than I can take. What am I doing to myself? I mean, I look like a fat Sylvester Stallone !!

Sam: (Sam laughs gleefully) Yes, a fat, sweaty, Sylvester Stallone sock-puppet. Here, let me roll up my sleeve, Dean, and......

Sam: I would make an old fart joke but I think the sweater says it all.

Dean: Says Mr. Rogers

Dean: Bert

Sam: Ernie

Dean: "My sweaters caught..."

Sam: "Now you know how I felt when I lost my shoe..."

Sam: "8.2 for sticking the landing!"

Sam: Dean, I'm sure there are lots of people who have to use an apple box to get over the gate. I'm not one of them, but...

Dean: Shut your face.

Sam: Jerk.

Dean: Bitch.

Dean: I don't care what you say. Cowboy boots were part of why Dr. Sexy was sexy and I want some.

Sam: Whatever.

Dean: He's my angel, Sam. Not yours.

Sam: Maybe it's time to learn how to share.

Dean: Nope, not happening.

Dean: Well, that just happened.
Sam: Crossroads deal? Demon possession?
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: Definitely.

Dean: "Pfffftttt! Acrylic. Real men wear wool Sam."

Sam: "Says the man wearing a Grandpa Sweater!"

Dean: "Think I pulled a hammy!"

Sam: "You CLIMBED a fence, you didn't polevault over it!"

Sam: "Didn't you see the-"

Dean: "Testing my physical stamina Sam. A hunter must exploit every opportunity that presents itself t-"

Sam: "That's just a scarf stuck in the bushes Dean. Not a pretty girl!"

Dean: "Oh..."

Sam: *Smirks* "Man your eyesight IS going...."

Dean: "I voted for Trump!"

Sam: "I voted for Clinton!"

Dean: "Figures..."

Sam: "Figures..."

Sam: "I endured Hell, Lucifers torture, soulessness, angel possession... but I don't think I'll survive that sweater on you Dean!"

Sam: "What do you call that pose Dean? "Constipated Grandpa?"

Sam: "Shhh...listen Dean!"

Dean: "Ghost? Witch?"

Sam: "Nah, it's a jar of prunes calling your name!"

Dean:. "Whew! I should've stretched before attempting that..."

Sam: "Attemp-It was five feet Dean. Hardly a Decathalon event!"

Dean: "It's higher than it looks..."

Sam: "Oh, I'm sorry. You're right. Quick call ESPN!!!"

Sam: "Impressive. Lemme guess what's next... Opening a jar of prunes?"

Sam: "You're probably dehydrated after such an impressive feat of athleticism! Should we stop and get you a sixer of Ensure?"

Dean: You think if we just stand here, the guy with the camera won't notice us?

Sam: I don't know, but it's worth a shot.

Sam: "The way you barely made it over that fence reminded me of how weak Season Elevens myth arc was..."

Dean: *Breathing hard*. "I almost caught it Sammy!"

Sam: "Season Elevens myth arc? Give it up Dean - it doesn't exist. Its a beautiful fantasy - just like unicorns..."



BOOM!!! There ya go Natester - hopefully not too late!!!

Dean: I've already got a costume, Sammy. Not changing it.

Sam: Dean... come on. We can't both be the pink power ranger.

'C'mon SAMMY...I MAKE THIS LOOK GOOD'

Dean : I use to be good at this what the hell
Sam : gee Dean you've really let yourself go

Sam: 'Do you think Trump would want to grab my junk in this clothes?'
Dean: '...uhmmm.'