Character: John Winchester

Son, don't you love me? Nothing. But my duty is not to be loved. It is my duty to educate you correctly.

- Now you're a grown man, and I am incredibly proud of you. I was just hoping that, in the end, you'd be a normal, peaceful life, a family.
- I have a family.

As far as I can tell, we have two options. We can think about what awaits us. Or be thankful for the time spent together. Personally, I choose gratitude. So, whatever brought us together, we are grateful.

- So, Dean... If someone would burst in the door...
- Shoot first, then ask.

Son, you don't like me? Not scary. I don't have to like you. I have to raise you properly.

Calm down. Lose self control - lose a life.

Today Dean turned twenty-one. I'd buy him a beer, but it will not surprise you. He is now also a weapon he can buy. I tried to raise him right, and I think I did. He's a hustler, ladies man and very loyal son.

How long has he had these visions?
- For a long time...
- Why didn't you call me?
- Are you kidding? Yes, it is easier to win the lottery than to call you!

I taught Dean everything he knew about cars, but my knowledge in this area over 1983. No modern twists - box machine, computerized dashboard and stuff. The machine should be machine - powerful engine, no electronics, gas and brake. All!

Life is to remember the dead and protect the living.

To do the right thing with their children does not always mean to act in accordance with their desires.

Yesterday Sammy woke up in the night. He said he was afraid some creature in the closet. I went to check. In the cupboard was empty, but I've seen too much to not believe him. So I handed Sammy the .45 and told that the next time you see something in the closet, he knows what to do. I don't think I ever honor award "father of the year", but since Sammy is sleeping without nightmares. Sometimes all you need is a gun under my pillow.

It would have been our thirteenth anniversary. Lace. Hmm, eleventh - steel, and 12-I and 13-I - silk and lace? It seems that everything should be the opposite, and steel needs to go after silk and lace. Or, perhaps one day you will need a steel to keep a marriage and when you overcome it, you can enjoy the silk and lace.

What father will put his nine-year son to have to kill to protect your brother? I have to be a father. My dad, who teaches that neither man nor monster that killed their mother, you will not leave alive... and for the families need to go to the end.