Castiel : Dean, you can't possibly eat another. That's your seventh piece.
Dean Winchester : No, it's not.
Jack : Castiel's right. I counted.
Dean Winchester : Okay, first, don't be a narc. And, secondly seven pieces is perfectly normal.
Sam Winchester : Uh, no it's really not.
Dean Winchester : It's not even a whole pie.
Jack : Was he always like this?
Mary Winchester : Even as a baby. John and me, we used to call him our little piglet.
Castiel : Have you, uh, thought about what's next, after we get back to Earth?
Gabriel : Uh, yeah, not so much, seeing as we still gotta find Jack and Mary. Ah, not to mention survive Michael and his super angel army.
Castiel : Right.
Gabriel : Although, I did tick off some, uh, bucket list items recently. Got some revenge. Had sex with a 300-year old redhead. But what's next for me? I don't really know.
Castiel : This world is, um, obviously glutted with angels. But back home in our world, you know it's - it's just Naomi and a handful of others. They're trying to keep the lights on, but Heaven's dying, Gabriel?
Gabriel : Are you serious?
Castiel : Very.
Gabriel : And you think I could fix it? Gosh. I skipped out on Heaven, Castiel. They wouldn't want me back. As far as they're concerned, I'm a screw up. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, I'm a screw up.
Castiel : Well, Heaven's been run into the ground my upstanding angels. Perhaps a screw up is just the change we need.