Supernatural
Thursdays 8:00 PM on The CWDean Winchester Quotes
Dean: Cass, you're alive?
Castiel: I'm better than that.
Dean: Cass, are you God?
Castiel: That's a nice compliment. But no.
Castiel: It's starting.
Dean: Yeah, you think, genius?
Castiel: You don't have to be mean.
Dean: So, what do we do now?
Castiel: I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... just wait for the inevitable blast wave.
Dean: Yes, well, thank you, Blutarsky.
Lucifer: Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite.
Dean: Well, I'll alert the media.
So this is Dr. Evil's lair, huh?
Dean: Well, I got to ask. How old are you?
Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless - at the end, I'll reap him, too.
Dean: God? You'll reap God?
Death: Oh, yes. God will die, too, Dean.
Dean: So please tell us you have actual good news.
Bobby: Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die.
Dean: Huh.
Castiel: I don't understand your definition of good news.
That's the beauty about improv, Sammy. You never know what's gonna come out of your mouth.
Castiel: You said "no" to Michael. I owe you an apology.
Dean: Cass. I-It's okay.
Castiel: You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be.
Dean: Thank you. I appreciate that.
Castiel: You're welcome.
Hey, hot stuff, watch the upholstery.
Dean: [wearing a surgical mask] Hey, I looked like the King of Pop.
Sam: [Rolls eyes]
Dean: Too soon? Too soon.
And you keep an eye on Norman Bates here.
We can either take on the Devil together, or you lame-ass bitches can eat me. Literally.
