Garrett must have sensed I was awake. "Hey Detective," he said to Uncle Bob, who was now trudging across the grating toward us. "I think we're losing her. I have no choice but to perform mouth-to-mouth." "Don't you dare," I said, my lids still in lockdown.

Have they even seen the Winchester boys? Sammy and Dean's existence proves there is a god and she is a woman.

My powers of persuasion are only as strong as the bullshit I have to back it up. - Charley Davidson

That you honestly believe I am capable of hurting innocent people for no reason.” “You’re not?” I asked, hope softening my voice. “Oh, no, I’m more than capable. I just didn’t realize you knew that.

Whatever makes your balloon red, Swopes.

He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

Where have you been?" I stepped into my apartment and met Uncle Bob's glare with one of my own. "Out trying to pass myself off as a movie producer to get hot guys to sleep with me. Where have you been?