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Unleash the Kraken. See you tomorrow morning.
Sam
Dean: Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want sex, I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich or a fight.
Castiel: So... you're saying you're just well-adjusted?
Dean: God, no. I'm just well-fed.
Sam: Dean, enough!
Dean: What?
Sam: You just punched a Cupid!
Dean: I punched a dick!
Cupid: Love is more than a word to me, you know? I love love, I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right!
Castiel: Yes, yes. of course. I, uh... I have no idea what you're saying.
Dean: Cherub?
Castiel: Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them.
Dean: You mean the little flying fat kids in diapers?
Castiel: They're not incontinent.
Dean: Where am I going?
Sam: Dean, it's Valentine Day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it - uh, Unattached Drifter Christmas?
Castiel: This is their handshake.
Dean: I don't like it.
Castiel: No one likes it.
So, what? You're like a DeLorean without enough plutonium.
Dean
What do I look like-Dr. Angel, Medicine Woman?
Dean
Dean: Well... this is it.
Sam: This is what?
Dean: Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome.
Sam: It's not funny.
Dean: I'm not laughing.
Michael: And you think you know better than my father? The one unimportant little man. What makes you think you get to choose?
Dean: Because I got to believe that I can choose what I do with my... unimportant little life.
Michael: You're wrong. You know how I know? Think of a million random acts of chance that let John and Mary be born, to meet, to fall in love, to have the two of you. Think of the million random choices that you make--and yet how each and everyone of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it's not random. It's not chance. It's a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will's an illusion, Dean. That's why you're going to say yes.
Anna: I need you to kill some humans.
Uriel: Always happy to do some smiting.
