November 15, 2019 | 0 Comments
Devil Sam: The Colt? Did you really think that would work? Poor, faithful Dean. We both knew it would have to end this way.
Devil Sam: The Colt? Did you really think that would work? Poor, faithful Dean. We both knew it would have to end this way.
Chuck: I’m happy for you Becky because I kind of hate myself right now.
Becky: For the first time in a long time, I like myself. So I don’t need you.
Chuck: I went to ask my sister for help, but she sucks.
Chuck: So, your obsessed? Becky: With what? Chuck: My work.
Dean: Somebody’s got a fetish.
Sam: Look, Dean, you can handle this on your own. Dean: No, you and me.
Dean: God threw one last apocalypse at us, and we beat it.
Rowena: Death is an infinite vessel.
Belphegor: I’ll be a god…or something similar.