September 11, 2009 | 0 Comments
Dean: What if we win? I’m serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap Apocalypse. They want to fight a war, they can…
Dean: What if we win? I’m serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap Apocalypse. They want to fight a war, they can…
Sarah/Lucifer: I’m not your wife, Nick. I’m an angel. Nick: An angel? Sarah/Lucifer: My name is Lucifer. Nick: Sure. Naturally. Umm……
Castiel: You two need to be more careful. Dean: Yeah, I’m starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought.
Dean: You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin. Zachariah: Unfortunately, yes. Dean: Well, there’s got to…
Zachariah: You’re Michael’s vessel. Or rather, his receptacle. Dean: I’m a vessel? Zachariah: You’re the vessel. Michael’s vessel. Dean:…
Zachariah: I see you told the demons where the sword is. Dean: (deadpan) Oh, thank God. The angels are here.
Sam: I brought this on. Bobby: You’re damn right you didn’t listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant. Sam: I’m sorry. Bobby:…
Sam: Becky, does he know where it is? Becky: In a castle on a hill made of forty-two dogs. Dean: Forty-two dogs? Sam: Are you sure you…
Chuck: Oh god. Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair. This has been a really stressful day.
Dean: Where’s Cass? Chuck: He’s dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I’m sorry. Dean: You’re sure? I mean, maybe he…