There’s no trade. There’s no meet-up, no nothing except the 100 percent guarantee that somewhere down the road I will find you, and I will kill you.


Crowley: He’s my best friend, my partner in crime. They’ll write songs about us, graphic novels: The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel. Dean Winchester completes me. And that’s what makes you lose your chickens.

I will save my brother or die trying.


Crowley: Jerk.
Dean: Bitch.

I'm sensing awkwardness.


I'm a man of my word.