November 20, 2020 | 0 Comments
Dean: Yeah, it is. Because the last I heard, you were in heaven’s lockup. Bobby: Was. Now I’m not. That kid of yours before he went…
Dean: Yeah, it is. Because the last I heard, you were in heaven’s lockup. Bobby: Was. Now I’m not. That kid of yours before he went…
Dean: Well, at least I made it to heaven. Bobby: Yep. Dean: What memory is this? Bobby: It ain’t, ya ijit.
Dean: I’m fadin’ pretty, I’m fadin’ pretty quick, so there’s a few things that I need you to hear. Come here. Let me look at you. Yeah,…
Sam: Is the place? Dean: Dark, creepy, something out of Wes Craven’s erotic fantasy? Yeah, it’s 100% the place.
Dean: You know what this is? Mimes. Evil mimes. Sam: Yeah, or vampires. Dean: Vampmimes! Son of a bitch.
Chuck: And, you two. You know, eternal suffering sounds good on paper, but as a viewing experience, it’s just kinda, nyea. So, we’re…
Dean: You’re dead. Lucifer: Yeah, not so much. After Pop let it out and murdered pretty much everyone in the world, he empty booted me…
Dean: By the way, this guy’s coming home with us. Sam: You’re going to let a dog sit in the Impala? Dean: Hey, relax, I’m not giving him…
Billie: That wound was mortal. I’m dying.
Castiel: Goodbye, Dean.