Supernatural (season 11)

Supernatural (2005-2020) is a paranormal/horror/thriller/drama-themed television series that aired first on the WB Television Network, then on The CW after it merged with UPN. Season 11 aired from October 7, 2015 to May 25, 2016.

Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire [11.01]

 * Sam: Wait a second. What do you mean, she saved you?
 * Dean: You were there. When the storm hit, everything went dark.
 * Sam: Yeah, but you just disappeared from the car.
 * Dean: I don't even remember that.
 * Sam: Well, I don't remember some woman pulling you out.
 * Dean: Well, what do you want me to say, okay? I was in the car, and then I wasn't in the car. I was in the field, and she was there.
 * Sam: And she told you she was The Darkness.
 * Dean: No. She was wearing a name tag. What do you think? She thanked me.
 * Sam: For what?
 * Dean: Setting her free.
 * Sam: You didn't set her free. I set her free.
 * Dean: Does it matter? I mean, yeah, you said the spell, but I had the Mark, so lock and key.
 * Sam: So, what, now she feels indebted to you or something?
 * Dean: I don't know. She's The Darkness. Does she feel anything?
 * Sam: And that's all she said? Thanks?
 * Dean: Yeah. She was weird. But she had this energy about her, this, this focus. But, yeah, not a talker.
 * Sam: So we know jack.
 * Dean: Well, we know what she looks like, and we know that she's evil. The question is, what does she know? I mean, she's been locked away since the beginning of time. Does she even know what a cheeseburger is? All I know is that we set her free, and we're gonna put her back in, no matter what it takes. (Dean gets in the car, which is still stuck down in the pothole.) What the... just gonna let me get in the car?
 * Sam: You were on a roll.




 * Dean: Well, now that you've said your thanks, let's talk about what happens next.
 * The Darkness: I like it here. With you. I haven't felt this peaceful in a long, long time.
 * Dean: Well, let's get something straight: I'm not here to bring you peace; I know what you are.
 * The Darkness: Really? I've been gone so long, I didn't think anyone remembered.
 * Dean: Well, Death painted a hell of a picture.
 * The Darkness: I don't know this "Death," and he doesn't know me.
 * Dean: (holding up a knife) So, are you saying I shouldn't try and kill you right now?
 * The Darkness: Am I saying that? Or are you?




 * Dean: Okay, your turn. Talk to us about The Darkness.
 * Castiel: Why would I talk about The Darkness?
 * Sam: Because it's free.
 * Castiel: No, that can't be.
 * Sam: Removing the Mark opened some kind of lock. Dean saw her.
 * Castiel: The Darkness is a woman?
 * Dean: Well, that's what we're asking you. We were hoping you could tell us what kind of Defcon screwed we are.




 * Unnamed demon: It's just, you barely escaped assassination, you're arguably on the run from the most powerful witch on earth, not to mention an angel of Heaven, and, uh...
 * Crowley: And, uh...?
 * Unnamed demon: Y-you didn't call for help until after the orgy?
 * Crowley: Hmm. I apologize... for nothing.




 * Crowley: Ah. Daddy's home. What?
 * Unnamed demon: Sir, there are rumors from Hell.
 * Crowley: Rumors?
 * Unnamed demon: The Darkness has been released.
 * Crowley: The Darkness? Please. Myth. It's a bedtime story. Something that daddy demons threaten toddler demons with to get them to eat their vegetables. Even if it was true, what's the concern? Darkness, King of Hell: natural allies.
 * Unnamed demon: It's just... something happened, sir... in the cage.
 * Crowley: What?
 * Unnamed demon: Uh, they said it sounded like a frightened animal. All of Hell heard, like someone was going crazy. The rumor is that Michael or Lucifer... one of them is trying to warn us.
 * Crowley: About The Darkness. Ridiculous.
 * Unnamed demon: Except... half of Hell is sort of freaking out, sir. What do we do?

Form and Void [11.02]

 * Jenna: What about you and Sam? Are you gonna be okay?
 * Dean: Well, for us, the bar's pretty low. See ya.




 * Castiel: Why am I... I asked for help.
 * Efram: And I asked for a vessel that didn't have psoriasis. Crap happens.




 * Billie: You and Dean... dying and coming back again and again. The old Death thought it was funny. But now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives, dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven, Or Hell. One of us ― and, Lord, I hope it's me ― we're gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that. I know you're dying. I can feel it. You're unclean in the biblical sense. So I'll be seeing you again, Sam. Seeing you real soon.


 * Dean: Really? Father Crowley? Really?
 * Crowley: I'm sorry, aging, pathetic, has-been rock star. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities?




 * Hannah: Alarms have been sounding in Heaven, Castiel. Alarms that haven't gone off in... ever. We don't even know what they mean.
 * Castiel: Those alarms are for The Darkness.
 * Hannah: The Darkness is a story.
 * Castiel: No, it's not. It's real. The Darkness... it's been locked away since the dawn of creation. And now it's free.
 * Hannah: God help us.
 * Castiel: I wouldn't count on that.




 * Crowley: Really?!
 * Dean: What?
 * Crowley: We have no idea what ancient, world-shattering evil we're dealing with, but go right ahead! Let it know we're coming!




 * Crowley: Oh, Dean. Adorable little Dean. I want that child, and I get what I want. You and Sam don't understand. I'm not your bloody sidekick! We've had some good times. So I'm gonna give you one chance, just one, to walk out that door, or I'm gonna take you apart atom by atom.

The Bad Seed [11.03]

 * Nanny: Amara's a pretty name. Did you name her?
 * Crowley: That's what the lovely Jenna called her, just before Amara sucked out her soul. What do we have her watching now?
 * Nanny: Hitler's Nuremberg speeches. We had them translated.




 * Rowena: “How did this happen,” I kept asking myself. Witchcraft was a proud and adventurous calling. But the Grand Coven let it collapse in disgrace. Cowardly witches hiding in the shadows.
 * Unnamed witch: Well, we were being burned and hung by the thousands.




 * Sam: Metatron is also off the grid. He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?
 * Castiel: Yeah.
 * Sam: Yeah, no accidents, incidents, violations, or anything remotely interesting involving a crappy '78 Continental Mark V.
 * Castiel: You think it's crappy?




 * Unnamed witch: You can't do this! I have rights!
 * Dean: And I have a fake badge.


 * Crowley: Now, what were we just chatting about?
 * Amara: How when God created mankind, He really screwed it up.
 * Crowley: Language! Is that any way for a primal force to speak?
 * Amara: Every time I take in a soul, I feel how much emptiness there is.
 * Crowley: Yes.
 * Amara: God made a world where people have to suffer, and then they die.
 * Crowley: Unfortunately.
 * Amara: But frankly, why would they want to live in such a world?
 * Crowley: I salute your insight, cupcake. Yes, God's plan is hideously flawed. But you and I together? Well, we can shape things to our own world view. A place where, like the dinosaur, virtue is extinct, where the very air that we breathe is pure evil. Would you like that?
 * Amara: Would you? You'd really be happy if everyone was evil?
 * Crowley: Well... actually, now I come to think of it, if everyone was dark and damned, wouldn't be much of a challenge. Watching a human reject the light and embrace depravity... yes, well, that's where the gratification really is. Never gets old. This bemuses you?
 * Amara: Good, evil, heaven, hell, people... it all seems so unimportant.
 * Crowley: Well, I don't know that I'd say that.
 * Amara: I don't think you're seeing the big picture.
 * Crowley: Meaning, what exactly?
 * Amara: Guess what, Uncle Crowley? I'm hungry.

Baby [11.04]

 * Sam: Are you serious? Dean, it's late. I'm exhausted and ― and ― starving, and this place... I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.
 * Dean: Okay, first of all, never use Swayze's name in vain.




 * Sam: I tried to give her my number. You know what she said?
 * Dean: "We got tonight. Who needs tomorrow?"
 * Sam: Is everything a Bob Seger song to you?
 * Dean: Yes


 * [Sam falls asleep and has a vision of a younger version of John Winchester]
 * Sam: Dad?
 * John: You okay, pal? You look a little spooked. It's nice to be back behind the wheel. Looks like Dean's taken good care of this old beast. Seems like he's taken good care of you, too.
 * Sam: What is this? Another vision?
 * John: Are you having visions, son?
 * Sam: Don't call me that.
 * John: What? A father can't call his―
 * Sam: No, my father is dead.
 * John: When has death ever stopped a Winchester?
 * Sam: Look, I don't know what this is, but―
 * John: What you said about relationships, wanting something more... I never wanted this for you boys. This life. Not really.
 * Sam: We turned out okay.
 * John: You did, didn't you? But that was on you boys. You did that, not me.
 * Sam: Well, you played your part.
 * John: I did my best, anyway, for what it was worth.
 * Sam: This isn't real.
 * John: I never could fool you, could I?
 * Sam: I prayed when I was in that church, and I saw . . . Something. And now, here you are, whoever you are, whatever you are. What the hell is this?
 * John: Dream. Vision. Call it what you want. The message is still the same. The Darkness is coming . . . And only you boys can stop it.
 * Sam: Okay, fine. How? We need help, not visions of dead people.
 * John: God helps those who help themselves.
 * Sam: Who are you?
 * [Sam wakes up]

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 * Dean: Come on, man. That quote? "God helps those who help themselves?" God didn't say that. That's not even in the Bible. That's an old proverb that dates way back to Aesop. [Sam looks surprised.] I read. And more importantly, when was the last time God answered any one of our prayers? It's not a vision, Sam. All right? It's just some... some fever dream. That's all. And as far as Dad goes, I dream about Dad all the time.
 * Sam: You do?
 * Dean: Of course I do. It's usually the same one, too. We're all in the car. I'm sitting in the driver's seat, Dad's sitting shotgun. But there aren't any shotguns. There's no monsters. There's no hunting. There's none of that. It's just... he's teaching me how to drive. And, uh, and I'm not little like I was when he actually taught me how to drive. I'm 16, and he's helping me get my learner's permit. Of course, you're in the backseat, just begging to take a turn. We pull up to the house, the family house, and I park in the driveway, and he looks over and he says, "perfect landing, son." I have that dream every couple of months. Kind of comforting, actually.

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 * Castiel [Over the phone]: Right, you place a coin in a Nachzehrer's mouth, then sever their head, and that will kill them. And according to the lore, if you kill the pack's Alpha, everyone they've turned will revert back to human form.
 * Dean: Awesome. All right, where do we find an obol?
 * Castiel: Well, according to the Men of Letters' records, you're gonna need a copper coin. They used to use pennies, so you'll need one of those.
 * Sam: Yeah, but one minted pre-1982. So before 1982, pennies were 95% copper. Since then, they're only copper-plated zinc.
 * Dean: Wow. Your nerdiness knows no bounds.
 * Sam: You're welcome.

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 * Dean: Have many have you turned?
 * Donelly: In the first hundred years? Three. In the last month? Sixteen.
 * Dean: What, are you trying to field a baseball team?
 * Donelly: It's like I said, I need help, every strong hand I can find. And I need an army to fight The Darkness. Oh, it's comin', for all of us. There's nothing hunters or any human can do about it.
 * Dean: Do you know how to stop it?
 * Donelly: I don't think anything can stop it. I'm just tryin' to buy some time, so I'm turning as many strong men and women as I can.

Thin Lizzie [11.05]

 * Dean: I don’t know where to put my eyes. I think I’m gonna to throw up.
 * Sam: We’re surrounded by doilies. They’re everywhere.
 * Dean: Okay, you think the innkeeper might've mentioned this before he ripped us off.
 * Sam: Well, I guess you’re gonna have to get yourself another room, because this was Lizzie’s original room, and I’m not giving it up.
 * Dean: What are you, four?

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 * Dean: Well, the world’s smallest bathroom is clean. What is that smell?
 * Sam: I think it’s this. It’s like lavender toilet water.
 * [Sam squeezes the perfume sprayer.]
 * Dean: Bottled toilet water? Why do you keep spraying it?
 * Sam: I just wanted to see if the squeezy thing worked.

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 * Dean: Well, so far we got squat that says ghost. Or anything remotely us.
 * Sam: So maybe its not our usual kind of gig? Maybe we’re dealing with a serial killer?
 * Dean: Oh yeah, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?

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 * Dean: And you didn’t tell the police?
 * Len: A: Restraining order? B: What am I supposed to say? I was hanging out talking murder with a little twelve-year-old girl in the middle of the night?
 * Dean: Where does the symbol come in? [Referring to the Mark of Cain]
 * Len: She had it on her shoulder. I don’t know if it was a scar or a birthmark.
 * Dean: What did this girl look like?
 * Len: Um. A girl. Amara. That’s what she said her name was. You know her?
 * Dean: [Visibly terrified] You said she was twelve?

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 * Len: I don’t know what that girl did to me. But I haven’t been right since. I can’t eat. Or sleep. I don’t dream. And all the things I used to love, my Lizzie blog, the ghost conventions... they leave me cold. I put this whole collection on Ebay last night. Now it belongs to some machinist in Ohio.
 * Dean: Well, what about superfan, curator living the bliss?
 * Len: Just playing the part of what I used to be. You know, fake it 'til you make it. Or feel it.
 * Dean: So is that what you were doing at the inn tonight? Faking it?
 * Len: No, I was looking for Amara. I want her to put me back. I’ve always been odd. And quirky. But I had a life. Friends. And now, I remember how to talk to people, what to say. But I feel like I’m acting. Going through the motions. I’m like a robot puppet man.

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 * Amara: Excuse me, drunk girl? You shouldn’t be driving. You could put your head through a window.
 * Sydney: Uh, where are your parents? They bring you to this dump on a school night? My parents used to do that.
 * Amara: I found this place on my own. I like dark places.
 * Sydney: You’re here alone? Okay, let’s uh, let’s get you inside. I’m Sydney, by the way.
 * Amara: I’m going to help you, Sydney.
 * Sydney: You think I need help? Well, maybe you’re right. Tonight, anyway.
 * [Amara holds one of Sydney’s hands in hers. Sydney suddenly smiles and laughs at Amara’s mere touch.]
 * Sydney: How did―how did you do that? Oh, I feel like ecstasy orgasm chocolate cake! You’re an angel!
 * [Amara suddenly becomes angry.]
 * Amara: Do I look like a whiny, winged suck-up?
 * Sydney: Well, then, what are you?
 * [Amara puts her hands on the sides of Sydney’s head and sucks out her soul.]

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 * Sam: So, you don’t want memories?
 * Sydney: Did you have nice parents, Sam? Because my folks treated me and my sister like human ashtrays.
 * [Sydney pulls up her shirt to show cigarette burn scars on her stomach.]
 * Sydney: I used to have to drink myself blind to even look at these, let alone show anybody. And now, I don’t know what Amara did to me, but it’s just skin.
 * Sam: Right. Well, that’s really... good for you.
 * Sydney: No more waking up screaming from nightmares. No more flashbacks. Amara took away the pain. She lightened something in me.
 * Dean: Except now you’re an axe murderer.
 * Sydney: I’m free. Before, there was always this constant voice in my head. “You can’t do that! It’s wrong! What if you get caught?” And now, it’s quiet. It’s just me and what I want. And when you can do whatever you want, you don’t have to get caught. And then you can really fly.

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 * Sydney: [While bleeding out] The Darkness is coming. It’s so peaceful. It’s coming for all of us.

Our Little World [11.06]

 * Crowley: Midnight snack? Don't think I don't know what you've been up to. You can try to deny it, but the evidence is... well...
 * Amara: You told me to stop feeding on your demons. Well... I stopped feeding on demons.
 * Crowley: I thought I was clear. Going out there, where they can see you, it's too risky.
 * Amara: I'm a growing girl. I need to eat.
 * [Crowley stands up and walks towards Amara.]
 * Crowley: Actions have consequences around here, Amara. You've had the run of the court. We've seen what you've made of it. Believe me, this is going to hurt me way more than it hurts you. I'm sorry, my dear. You're grounded.
 * [Amara goes to walk out of the room. Crowley waves his hand and Amara is flung backwards into a sofa.]
 * Crowley: You're strong. But you need to remember: I'm stronger.
 * Amara: For now.

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 * Dean: Said you had a good feeling about that one.
 * Sam: Yeah, well, it seemed like a solid lead, Dean. Only a soulless psycho would kill the family cat.
 * Dean: Yeah, unless the family cat decides to take a nap in the dryer.

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 * Dean: I thought you were going with socially acceptable binge watching. You know, The Wire, Game of Thrones.
 * Castiel: Yeah, well, a man can't live on caviar alone, Dean.

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 * Crowley: What are you looking at? Still learning all you can about the world?
 * Amara: If nonsensical slogans attached to idiotic pictures of domestic animals counts as the world.
 * Crowley: Excuse me?
 * Amara: Memes.

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 * Crowley: You have tremendous power and soon you'll have even more. But I have something you lack: wisdom. Experience. I helped put Lucifer back in his cage. I rose through the ranks of Hell, defeated all comers, to claim the throne. And, a few minor setbacks aside, I'm still here. I don't know how to impart what I've learned to you, how to teach you. And at the rate that you're growing, I'll probably never get the chance to figure it out. Perhaps you don't need my tutelage. But I believe, deep down in my gut, I have something to offer you if you'd just give me the chance.

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 * Metatron: Hey! Do you have any idea how much stuff I had to steal and then pawn to pay for that?

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 * Metatron: You want the Demon Tablet? Well, you're not gonna get it. I have hidden it very carefully in a place where you and your friends―
 * Castiel: You hid it... [he reaches into his coat and pulls out the Demon Tablet]... under your mattress. The TV station gave me your address, and I checked the place out. You realize you have bedbugs?

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 * Crowley: Do you know how disturbing it was to realize that I couldn't bring myself to kill you? I've had tons of chances over the years, some you don't even know about. But still, I made my peace with it, embraced my softer side, learned to accept that there was just too much going on between you and I. Bromance. But you know what? I think I am gonna kill you today. I feel different somehow. Ready. What can I say? Fatherhood changes a man.

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 * Metatron: The truth... it'd make the Bible-thumpers' heads explode. I mean, they want their God to be a finger-snapping, all-powerful creator, you know... and they want magic... Mary Poppins. But what He did ― creation ― that took work. Took sacrifice. In order to create the world, God had to give up the only thing He'd ever known. He had to betray and sacrifice His only kin. The Darkness... His own sister.

Plush [11.07]

 * Dean: Thought we talked about this.
 * Sam: Yeah, we did, Dean. But why is it so hard to believe that God could be sending me visions about The Darkness?
 * Dean: You kidding me? He didn't feel the need to show up for the Apocalypse. Why would He give a crap now?
 * Sam: I don't know. Maybe because she's His sister? What do you wanna do? Sit back? Ignore Him? Do nothing?
 * Dean: No, that's... that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying, don't count on God. Okay? Count on us.

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 * Dean: What's up, Doc? Be easier all around if you just talk to us.
 * Sam: Careful.
 * Dean: Yeah. So what happened, pal? Hmm. What, you dropped too much Molly? Superglue your mask to your head, get paranoid, stab a guy? Hoo, I've been there.
 * Sam: Let me guess, Rog. You were framed!

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 * Doug: Two masked psychos in two days. I mean, what are the chances?
 * Donna: My guess? Copycat killer.
 * Dean: Damn social media.

Only My Imagination [11.08]

 * Sam: No. You’re not real.
 * Sully: Well, how’d you punch me, then?

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 * Dean: You mean Mork from Ork here is your dumbass imaginary friend Sully?
 * Sam: Yeah.
 * Sully: Um, I’m not dumb or ass.

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 * Dean: And a hot shower. That does wonders.
 * Sam: Real deep scrub. Purify.
 * Mrs. Berman: For Maddie?
 * Dean: The whole family. Yeah, just get the whole gang in there... You know, the family that showers together...

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 * Sully: You know, I’m not gonna lie to you. When you went off to hunt, I considered that one of my biggest failures. It just seemed so clear to me that you wanted something else. But, I was wrong. And it all worked out, didn’t it?
 * Sam: I don’t know about that.

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 * Sam: Dean, we need to seriously discuss me going to the Cage.
 * Dean: Okay. Not happening. Good talk. – Sam, even if these visions are real...
 * Sam: Yeah. It’s Lucifer? And me? In the Cage? I know. But this – this lump in my throat... It’s not an excuse. Not anymore.
 * Dean: We’ll find another way. Okay? There’s always another way.
 * Sam: Okay. Then tell me – what is the other way?

Cast

 * Jared Padalecki - Sam Winchester
 * Jensen Ackles - Dean Winchester
 * Misha Collins - Castiel
 * Mark A. Sheppard - Crowley