January 21, 2015 | 0 Comments
Rowena: I will not apologize for being a career woman!
Rowena: I will not apologize for being a career woman!
Crowley: Not a thing, you evil bitch.
Castiel: It’s possible there’s a little monster in all of us.
Castiel: I’ll text you her number. I like texting. Emoticons.
Dean: Whoa, hey, Miley Cyrus, settle. Claire: Eat me, Hasselhoff.
Sam: “It’s my job to raise you right.” Dean: And he did.
Dean: We know John Winchester isn’t going to win any No. 1 Dad awards, but damn if he wasn’t there when we needed him.
Rowena: Of course you had a father. You were just conceived during a winter solstice orgy, and I wasn’t taking names.
Crowley: Don’t get me started about the name, Fergus. Sounds like venereal disease, and not the fun kind.
Dean: An emergency is a dead body, OK? Or a wigged-out angel, or the apocalypse take three. Some chick bolting on you is no emergency….