October 9, 2020 | 0 Comments
Mrs. Butters: Oh. How you’ve lived in this filth is beyond me. Dean: Lady, who the hell are you?! Mrs. Butters: Oh! Language.
Mrs. Butters: Oh. How you’ve lived in this filth is beyond me. Dean: Lady, who the hell are you?! Mrs. Butters: Oh! Language.
Sam: Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy. Dean: Sure it does!
Dean: Oh! Mrs. B, when it’s my birthday, can I put in the request to have the, uh, Rice Krispie treats? Mrs. Butters: Oh. Dear, at your…
Mrs. Butters: Did you ever think that Sam and Dean keep you here, closed in, secure because they’re scared you’ll do to someone else what…
Dean: Oh. Dang it. Dang it? DAMMIT! Language, my ass.
Mrs. Butters: Oh. Dean, eat your vegetables. And Sam? Cut your hair. Jack? Go save the world. Goodbye boys.
Sam: Hey, Jack. How ya doin’? Jack: [crying] I, uh. I’m so sorry. Dean: You’re what? Jack: [crying] Why didn’t I get it? I mean, my…
Cas: He seems to have recovered. Dean: So, Jack’s back. Cas: Yeah, he is. But, um, something’s different. Jack is, uh, he’s been to the…
DoppelDean: I gotta tell ya, Sammy. This Sam and Dean, sure, they’re simple, but they got this place of their own, there’s no quarterly…
Cas: In order to be in the Occultum, the Occultum must be in you.