January 24, 2013 | 0 Comments
Dean: What? There’s no laptops in Moondoor, there’s no Geneva Convention either.
Dean: What? There’s no laptops in Moondoor, there’s no Geneva Convention either.
Dean: I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords.
Sam: Nice outfit. Dean: You love it.
Dean: That’s all, folks.
Castiel: I’ll interrogate the cat.
Dean: All right. Let’s gear up. It’s wabbit season. Castiel: I don’t think you pronounced that correctly.
Castiel: I understand. The bird represents God. The Coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him….
Castiel: So we’re looking for some insect rabbit hybrid? How do we kill it?
Dean: Cas, stop smelling the dead guy.
Castiel: I’ll handle this. I’ve done research. I can crack her.