- Dean Winchester: Cas, I'm sorry.
- Castiel: About what?
- Dean Winchester: Kicking you out of the bunker. That's uh- you know, not telling you about Sam.
- Castiel: His life was at stake.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, I got played.
- Castiel: I thought I was saving Heaven. I got played, too.
- Dean Winchester: So, you're saying we're both a couple of dumb asses?
- Castiel: I prefer the word trusting. Less dumb. Less ass.
- Dean Winchester: This don't make us square. I see you again...
- Crowley: I'm dead. Yes, I know. I love you, too.
- Cecily: [to Crowley, excitedly, in private, referring to Castiel] So Captain Sexy out there totally cuts another angel's throat, yoinks his grace and now... he's got his mojo back. Minus the broken wings.
- Gadreel: If it makes you feel better, I have Sam locked away in a dream. As far as he knows, the two of you are working a case right now. Something with ghouls and cheerleaders.
- Dean Winchester: I don't give a damn who you are. You need to get out. Now!
- Gadreel: And if I don't?
- Crowley: Then you and I will have a lovely little playdate.
- Castiel: What do you want, then?
- Crowley: Well, for starters... A massage. Between the sitting and the shackles, a body gets a little stiff.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, I ain't rubbing you.
- Dean Winchester: If you mess with Sam, if you try anything-...
- Crowley: I keep my bargains. Besides, I don't want to be inside your brother any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds.
- Dean Winchester: With the chains on, he can't do anything.
- Castiel: It's Crowley. He can always do something.
- Crowley: With Abaddon in charge, you...?
- Cecily: Oh, that "b" with an "itch" ain't the boss. I mean, she's got a few of the more aggro types on her side. But most are just waiting to see who takes the belt - you or her.
- Crowley: They're still afraid of me.
- Cecily: Probably 'cause they don't know you're in cuffs.
- Crowley: I can't teach you how to crack open an angel. It's more art than science. But I can do it for you. All I ask in return is a little field trip. Dying for some fresh air. Chains on, naturally.
- Dean Winchester: No
- Crowley: No? Of course not. Because if I'm plan "A," I'm sure you have a totally viable, much better plan "B."
- Margey: You're on in 10. The label wants to open with "Baby, Be My Baby." Then you can roll right on into "Babycakes," and then the *clean* version of "Babymaker."
- Dean Winchester: All right. Let's go.
- Crowley: Shotgun!
- Dean Winchester: Uh, wrong. You're in the back.
- [Cas smirks at Crowley and steps to the front]
- Dean Winchester: Hey -- you, too. Keep an eye on him.
- [Crowley smirks back at Cas]
- Crowley: I'm talking to them, the average demon, because I feel their pain. It must have been difficult, with your loving king so cruelly taken from you. I imagine you felt all at sea. And then along came... The brute.
- [He motions to Abaddon]
- Crowley: She's strong... and a knight and immortal --at the moment. So I'm not surprised that some of my more idiotic subjects bought her line. But now? Good news, fellas.
- [He stands]
- Crowley: Daddy's home.
- Dean Winchester: God, I was so damn stupid.
- Castiel: You were stupid for the right reasons.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, like that matters.
- Castiel: It does. Sometimes that's all that matters.
- Crowley: See, that's your problem, love. You think this is a fight.
- Abaddon: It's not?
- Crowley: It's a campaign. Hearts and minds, that's what's important.
- [Turns to her minions]
- Crowley: See, the demons have a choice. Take orders from the world's angriest ginger -- and that's saying something -- or join my team, where everyone gets a say, a virgin, and all the entrails they can eat.
- Dean Winchester: Kevin's blood is on my hands, and that ain't ever getting clean. I'll burn for that. I will. But I'll find Gadreel. And I will end that son of a bitch.
- Castiel: If the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?
- Dean Winchester: A dead man walking.
- Castiel: [Regarding Gadreel] It's his fault -- all of it. The corruption of man, demons, hell. God left because of him. The archangels... the apocalypse. If he hadn't been so weak, none of it would have happened. You ruined the universe, you damn son of a bitch!
- Metatron: Gadreel, we are writing our own epic story here. To make that work, sometimes you have to kill your darlings.
- Sam Winchester: Get out of my---
- [Gadreel chokes him]
- Gadreel: You sure you want me to go? Maybe I'm the only thing holding you together. I leave, you might die.
- Sam Winchester: [Pushes him off] I said GET THE HELL OUT!