September 2, 2009 | 0 Comments
Dean: How long is this gonna go on? Bobby: Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait. No one ever wrote one.
Dean: How long is this gonna go on? Bobby: Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait. No one ever wrote one.
Dean: Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the Apocalypse.
Castiel: I learned my lesson while I was away Dean. I serve Heaven, I don’t serve man. And I certainly don’t serve you.
Sam:You have to come with us. Jimmy:How long? And don’t give me that “cross that bridge when we get to it” crap. Sam: Don’t you get it?…
Dean: Cas, hold up. What were you going to tell me? Castiel: I learned my lesson while I was away Dean. I serve Heaven, I don’t serve…
Dean: What were you doing anyway? Sam: I went for a Coke. Dean: Was it a refreshing Coke?
Dean: Cas you okay? Jimmy: Castiel – I’m not Castiel. It’s me. Sam: Who’s me? Jimmy: Jimmy – my name’s Jimmy. Dean: Where the hell is…
Castiel: We need to talk. Dean: I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Castiel: It’s not safe here… someplace more private. Dean: More private? We’re…
Dean: You know I finally get why you and dad butted heads so much. You two are practically the same person. I mean I worshipped the guy,…
Graveyard Caretaker: Tell me, Agent Nugent, have you thought about where you might like to spend eternity? Dean: All the damn time.