Supernatural (TV Series)

Survival of the Fittest (2012)

Jensen Ackles: Dean Winchester

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• Dean Winchester : Hey, there. So, Cas, what's, uh, what's the word?

  Castiel : Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys... are so clever, and their sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?

  Dean Winchester : Not very.

• Crowley : Now, what do you have to say for yourself?

  Castiel : Well, I'm still honing my communication strategy. I-I haven't even been back to Heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really.

  Crowley : What are you talking about?

  Castiel : Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here.

  [Holds up baggie] 

  Castiel : I can offer a token, if you like. It's honey. I-I collected it myself.

  Crowley : You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker! Is that it? Heh, karma's a bitch isn't it?

  Dean Winchester : Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges, or to help us get Dick? Pick a battle!

  Crowley : Well, I'm vexed. I'd *like* to do both! But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose.

• Castiel : So, none of this should cause you no any ill effect. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and the tomato and - and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I... slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You need your strength.

  Dean Winchester : Thanks, Cas.

• Dean Winchester : Hey Shifty, what's your problem?

  Castiel : Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short?

  Dean Winchester : You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks?

• Meg : You deal with him. I can't anymore.

  Dean Winchester : You might want to be more specific.

  Meg : I was laying low halfway across the world when Emo Boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here.

  Dean Winchester : Why?

  Meg : Go ask him. He was *your* boyfriend first.

• Dean Winchester : So, what's it feel like?

  Bobby Singer : What? Going vengeful? It's an itch you can't scratch out. Look... I'm done. Go get Dick. But don't do it 'cause you think it'll scratch the itch. Do it 'cause it's the job. And when it's your time... go.

• Dean Winchester : Last I remember, we ganked Dick.

  Castiel : And where would *he* go in death?

  Dean Winchester : Wait. Are you telling me...?

  Castiel : Every soul here is a monster. This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity.

  Dean Winchester : We're in purgatory? How do we get out?

  Castiel : I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds.

  Dean Winchester : Cas, I think we better go...

  [Castiel vanishes] 

  Dean Winchester : Cas?

• Crowley : Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?

  Castiel : I... don't know.

  Crowley : Well, you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that.

  Dean Winchester : All right, enough.

  Crowley : It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I've found out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just *any* angel - the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.

  Meg : Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?

  Crowley : You bore me. You know that? You have no sense of poetry.

• Dick Roman : Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise.

  [Dean brings out the bone to kill Dick] 

  Dick Roman : And good on you! Pulling that together, A-plus.

  Dean Winchester : Oh, you don't think this'll work, do you? You trust that demon?

  Dick Roman : You sure I'm even me, Dean?

  Dean Winchester : No.

  [Dean nods his head toward Castiel] 

  Dean Winchester : But *he* is. So, here's the thing when dealing with Crowley - he will *always* find a way to bone you.

• Meg : Nice, you scared off the Empire's only hope.

  Dean Winchester : Meaning?

  Meg : It occur to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits.

  Sam Winchester : So, he'll be able to spot the real... fake Dick Roman.

  Meg : Gold star, sugar pants. Too bad he's fruit loops. You might've a chance.

• Dick Roman : Did you really think you could trump *me*?

  Dean Winchester : Honestly? No.

  [Cas grabs Dick from behind, Dean stabs the bone in Dick's throat] 

  Dean Winchester : Figured we'd have to catch you off guard.

• Castiel : I'm not good luck, Dean.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth and you're the only guy left on the bench... Sorry, but I'd rather have you. Cursed or not

• Dean Winchester : Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt.

  Sam Winchester : All right. Here

  [Reading records] 

  Sam Winchester : Listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23.

  Dean Winchester : Eh, it's a little young. Find someone who's had time to cook.

  Sam Winchester : Okay, well, there was, uh... here: Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60.

  Dean Winchester : Sounds political. Power corrupts.

• Sam Winchester : We called Crowley.

  Meg : You *what*?

  Dean Winchester : Don't worry. He never showed.

  Meg : What do you mean "never"?

  Dean Winchester : Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up.

  Meg : Well, I'm sorry about that, but I'm outie. He could still -...

  Crowley : [Appears]  Show up at any time.

• Meg : Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid. You were right there.

  Dean Winchester : Shut up, Meg.

• Dean Winchester : [Digging at crypt]  Well... let's bone this nun.

  [Sam gives him a look] 

  Dean Winchester : Sorry.

• Sam Winchester : We should call Castiel again.

  Dean Winchester : Dude, on my car... he showed up naked... covered in bees.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, I am not really sorry I missed that.

• Dean Winchester : I still say this is a bad idea.

  Sam Winchester : Dean, it was your idea; and it was the best one either of us had.

  Dean Winchester : I said it as a joke.

  Sam Winchester : It was a bad joke -- good idea.

• Dean Winchester : Where's Kevin?

  Castiel : I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?

  Dean Winchester : Hey! Focus.

• Castiel : If we attack Dick and fail, then you and Sam die heroically, correct?

  Dean Winchester : I don't know. I guess.

  Castiel : And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or... I don't die - I'm brought back again. I see now. It's a punishment resurrection. It's worse every time.