Dean Winchester: [From promo]
[after discussing about trapping the Archangel Raphael]
Dean Winchester: Do we have any chance of surviving this?
Castiel: You do.
Dean Winchester: So, odds are you are a dead man tomorrow.
Castiel: Yes.
Dean Winchester: Wow. Well, last night on earth. What, uh what are your plans?
Castiel: I just thought I'd sit here quietly.
Dean Winchester: Dude, come on. Anything? Booze? Women?
[Castiel looks away uncomfortable]
Dean Winchester: You have been with a women before? Right? Or an angel, at least?
[Castiel shifts nervously in his seat, embarrassed]
Dean Winchester: You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud seating?
Castiel: I never had occasion, okay?
Dean Winchester: All right. Let me tell you something. There are two things that I know for certain. One. Bert and Ernie are gay. Two. You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go.
[Castiel looks around uncertain, gets up and follows]

Dean Winchester: So, find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?
Castiel: No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help.
Dean Winchester: With what? A god hunt? I'm not interested.
Castiel: It's not God. Someone else.
Dean Winchester: Who?
Castiel: It's an archangel. The one who killed me.
Dean Winchester: Excuse me?
Castiel: His name is Raphael.
Dean Winchester: You were wasted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel?

Dean Winchester: We're here why?
Castiel: A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel.
Dean Winchester: And he still has eyes? All right, what's the plan?
Castiel: [shrugs] We'll... tell the officer that he witnessed an Angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is.
Dean Winchester: You're serious? You're gonna walk in there and tell him the truth?
Castiel: [confused] Why not?
[Dean slips an FBI badge into Castiel's inside pocket, fusses with his shirt and tie]
Dean Winchester: Because... we're humans. And when humans want something, really really bad... we lie.
Castiel: [puzzled] Why?
Dean Winchester: Because... that's how you become president.

Dean Winchester: [about finding Raphael] You're serious about this. So what, I'm Thelma and you're Louise and we're just gonna hold hands and drive off this cliff together?
[pause while Castiel looks at him]
Dean Winchester: Look, gimme one good reason why I should do this.
Castiel: Because you're Michael's vessel, and no angel will dare harm you.
Dean Winchester: Oh, so I'm your bullet shield!
Castiel: I need your help, because you are the *only* one who'll help me. Please.
[Castiel looks at him pleadingly]
Dean Winchester: All right fine. Where is he?
Castiel: Maine. Let's go.
[reaches two fingers toward Dean's forehead]
Dean Winchester: [flinching back] Whoa whoa!
Castiel: What?
Dean Winchester: Last time you zapped me someplace, I didn't poop for a week! We're driving.

[Dean and Cas are in a brothel; Castiel looks very, very nervous]
Dean Winchester: Hey, *relax*.
Castiel: This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here.
Dean Winchester: Dude, you full-on rebelled against Heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks!
[a courtesan comes over]
Dean Winchester: Showtime.
Courtesan: [to Cas] Hi. What's your name?
[Castiel hesitates, looking more and more nervous]
Castiel: Cas!
[Castiel jumps]
Castiel: His name's Cas. What's your name?
Courtesan: Chastity.
Dean Winchester: Chastity.
Courtesan: Mm-hm.
Dean Winchester: Wow.
[to Cas, grinning]
Dean Winchester: Is that kismet or what, buddy?
[Castiel takes a long pull of beer]
Dean Winchester: Well, he like you and you like him, so...
Courtesan: [taking Castiel's hand] C'mon baby.
Dean Winchester: [grabbing Castiel's elbow] Oh hey, listen.
[taking out a wad of bills]
Dean Winchester: Take this. If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu. Go get her, Tiger.
[Cas looks helplessly panicked]
Dean Winchester: Don't make me push you.
[Cas takes the money, follows the courtesan]

Dean Winchester: [after the courtesan has run off angrily] What the hell did you do?
Castiel: I don't know. I just looked at her in the eyes and told her it wasn't her fault that her father Gene ran off. It was because he hated his job at the post office.
Dean Winchester: [slightly amused] Oh no, *man*.
Castiel: What?
Dean Winchester: This whole industry runs on absent fathers, it's, it's the natural order.
[bouncers appear at the end of the hall]
Dean Winchester: [grabbing Cas] We should go. C'mon.
[they run outside, Dean doubles over, laughing]
Castiel: What's so funny?
[Dean puts an arm around Castiel's shoulders, Cas smiles]
Dean Winchester: Oh, nothing. Whew. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. Oh. It's been more than a long time. Years.

Castiel: [pouring oil around Raphael's empty vessel] When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies.
Dean Winchester: Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but, uh, one question: how the hell do we get him here?
Castiel: There's... well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial.
[leans over and mutters some strange words in the vessel's ear]
Castiel: I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard.

Castiel: [entering the abandoned house after summoning Raphael] Dean, wait.
[He steps in front of Dean; Raphael appears with wings of lightning, the lights explode]
Raphael: Castiel.
Castiel: Raphael.
Dean Winchester: Oh, you know, I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room?
Raphael: And the eastern seaboard.
[to Castiel]
Raphael: It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now.
Dean Winchester: Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid that God'll bring Cas back to life again, and smite *you*, you candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean.
Raphael: I know who you are. And now thanks to him, I know *where* you are.
Castiel: You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare.
Raphael: But I will take him to Michael.
Dean Winchester: [going to get a beer from the cooler] Well that sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, I hate to tell ya, I'm not goin' anywhere with you.
[turns his back and takes a sip]
Raphael: Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?
[a slight nervousness crosses Dean's face, but he turns back to Raphael, all swagger]
Dean Winchester: Yeah, that was, that was hilarious.
Raphael: Yes, well, he doesn't have anything close to my *imagination*.
Dean Winchester: Oh yeah?
[Raphael advances on him, Dean glances at the floor, then at Cas]
Dean Winchester: I'll bet you didn't imagine one thing.
Raphael: [threatening] What?
Dean Winchester: We knew you were coming, you stupid sonofabitch.
[he flicks his lighter and drops it on the circle of oil Raphael just walked into; flame surrounds the archangel; Raphael glares at Dean]
Dean Winchester: Don't look at me, it was his idea!
[Castiel gives him a look]
Castiel: [to Raphael] Where is he?
Raphael: God.
[Cas nods]
Raphael: Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead.

Raphael: But there's no other explanation. He's gone for good.
Castiel: You're lying.
Raphael: Am I? Do you *remember* the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen, if he were alive?
Dean Winchester: Oh yeah, well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?
Raphael: Careful. That's my Father you're talking about, boy.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, who would be *so proud* to know that his sons started the friggin' Apocalypse!
Raphael: Who ran off and disappeared! Who left no instructions, and a world to rot.
Dean Winchester: So Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the Post Office, did he?
[Cas stares at him]
Raphael: This is funny to you? You're living in a Godless universe!
Dean Winchester: [angrily] And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an Apocalypse while he's gone?
Raphael: [wearily] We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want... paradise.
Dean Winchester: So what, God dies and makes you the boss, and you think you can do whatever you want?
Raphael: [angry] Yes! And whatever we want, we get!
[the windows explode; Dean and Cas duck]

Dean Winchester: Hey, you okay?
[pause, Cas stares straight ahead, not answering]
Dean Winchester: Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but, I do know a little something about missing fathers.
Castiel: What do you mean?
Dean Winchester: I mean, there were times when I was looking for my Dad when... all logic said that he was dead. But I knew, in my heart, that he was still alive. So who cares what some Ninja Turtle says, Cas, what do *you* believe?
Castiel: I believe he's out there.
Dean Winchester: Good. Then go find him.
Castiel: [looking at Dean] What about you?
Dean Winchester: What about me? I don't know. Honestly? I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but, I am, I'm, I'm really good.
Castiel: Even without your brother.
Dean Winchester: [bitterly] Especially without my brother.
[Castiel looks at him]
Dean Winchester: I mean I spent so much time worrying about the sonofabitch... I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years. And you're not that much fun. Funny, you know, I've been so chained by my family, but now that I'm alone... hell, I'm happy.
[smiles, looks over; Castiel is gone]

[Castiel appears behind Dean; Dean sees him in the mirror and jumps]
Dean Winchester: God! Don't do that!
Castiel: Hello Dean.
[Dean turns around; Castiel stares at him from only inches away]
Dean Winchester: Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?
Castiel: My apologies.
[he backs away]

Dean Winchester: Tell me something, you keep saying we're gonna trap this guy, but isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?
Castiel: No, it's harder.
Dean Winchester: Do we have any chance of surviving this?
Castiel: You do.
Dean Winchester: So, odds are you're a dead man tomorrow.
Castiel: Yes.
Dean Winchester: Wow. Well, last night on earth. What, uh, what are your plans?
Castiel: I just thought I'd sit here quietly.
Dean Winchester: Dude, come on. Anything? Hm? Booze? Women?
[Castiel glances at him, then looks away uncomfortably]
Dean Winchester: You have been with a women before? Right? Or an angel, at least?
[Castiel rubs his neck, embarrassed]
Dean Winchester: You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud seeding?
Castiel: Look, I've never had occasion, okay?
Dean Winchester: All right. Lemme tell you something. There are two things that I know for certain, one: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are *not* gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go.
[Dean grabs his jacket and heads out, Castiel looks around uncertain, gets up and follows]

Castiel: [above the sound of the storm] If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back?
Raphael: Did it ever occur to you that maybe, Lucifer raised you?
Castiel: No.
Raphael: Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find.
[pause, Dean looks at Cas]
Raphael: You know it adds up.
Castiel: [to Dean] Let's go.
[he turns, starts walking away]
Raphael: Castiel!
[Cas turns back]
Raphael: I'm warning you. Do not leave me here. I *will* find you.
Castiel: Maybe one day. But today you're *my* little bitch.
[he exits]
Dean Winchester: [following Cas] What he said!

[Dean and Cas are in a brothel; Castiel looks very, very nervous]
Dean Winchester: Hey, *relax*.
Castiel: This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here.
Dean Winchester: Dude, you full-on rebelled against Heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks!
[a courtesan comes over]
Dean Winchester: Showtime.
Courtesan: [to Cas] Hi. What's your name?
[Castiel hesitates, looking more and more nervous]
Dean Winchester: Cas!
[Castiel jumps]
Dean Winchester: His name's Cas. What's your name?
Courtesan: Chastity.
Dean Winchester: Chastity.
Courtesan: Mm-hm.
Dean Winchester: Wow.
[to Cas, grinning]
Dean Winchester: Is that kismet or what, buddy?
[Castiel takes a long pull of beer]
Dean Winchester: Well, he like you and you like him, so...
Courtesan: [taking Castiel's hand] C'mon baby.
Dean Winchester: [grabbing Castiel's elbow] Oh hey, listen.
[taking out a wad of bills]
Dean Winchester: Take this. If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu. Go get her, Tiger.
[Cas looks helplessly panicked]
Dean Winchester: Don't make me push you.
[Cas takes the money, follows the courtesan]

Dean Winchester: Where have you been?
Castiel: Jerusalem.
Dean Winchester: Oh! How was it?
Castiel: Arid.

Dean Winchester: [Castiel is about to "transport" him and Dean to a different location] Woah! Woah!
Castiel: What?
Dean Winchester: The last time you zapped me someplace, I didn't poop for a week!
[beat]
Dean Winchester: We're driving!

Crowley: Mr. Pendleton, I presume? The name's Crowley.
Mr. Pendleton: [uncertain] In my negotiations I was, uh, dealing with a very young, attractive young lady...
Crowley: Yes, I know. But you, piggy-banker, you... are a big fish. And I wanted to do you the honor of sealing this deal personally.
Mr. Pendleton: She said the deal would be sealed with a kiss.
Crowley: [smiling] That's right.
Mr. Pendleton: No, I mean she's... I don't...
Crowley: Your choice. You can cling to six decades of deep-seated homophobia, or, just give it up, and get a complete bail-out of your bank's *ridiculous* incompetence.
Mr. Pendleton: There are just things that I...
Crowley: Going once...
Mr. Pendleton: No, I don't think so...
Crowley: Going twice...
Mr. Pendleton: [snarls] All right! All right.
[Crowley pulls him into a kiss, Pendleton squirms; Castiel comes into view behind a pillar]
Castiel: [into cell] Got him.

Castiel: The demon Crowley is making a deal. Even as we speak, it's... going... down.
Dean Winchester: "Going down?" Right. Okay, Huggy-Bear. Just don't lose him.
Castiel: I won't lose him.
Mr. Pendleton: [to Crowley] Damn you.
[walks away]
Crowley: Enjoy the obscene wealth! See you in ten years.
[He walks off, Castiel following; they vanish]
Castiel: [outside Crowley's hideout] I followed him. It's not far, but... it's layered in Enochian warding magic. I can't get in.
Dean Winchester: That's okay. You did great. We'll take it from here.

Bobby: Everybody, get in here. It's time for the line-up. Usual suspects, in the corner.
Ellen Harvelle: Oh come on, Bobby, nobody wants their picture taken.
Sam Winchester: Hear hear.
Bobby: Shut up, you're drinkin' my beer. Anyway, I'm gonna need somethin' to remember your sorry asses by.
Ellen Harvelle: Ha, always good to have an optimist around.
Castiel: Bobby's right.
[Dean looks at him]
Castiel: Tomorrow we hunt the Devil. This is our last night on Earth.
[the picture snaps]

[Castiel is trapped in a ring of holy fire]
Castiel: Lucifer.
Lucifer: So I take it you're here with the Winchesters?
Castiel: I came alone.
Lucifer: Loyalty. Hm. Such a nice quality to see in this day and age. Castiel, right?
[Castiel nods]
Lucifer: Castiel, I'm told you came here in an automobile.
Castiel: Yes...
Lucifer: What was that like?
Castiel: Um... slow. Confining.
Lucifer: What a peculiar thing you are.
[Castiel notices lesions on Lucifer's face]
Castiel: What's wrong with your vessel?
Lucifer: Yes, um. Nick is wearing a bit thin, I'm afraid. He can't contain me forever, so...
Castiel: [angry] You...
[starts forward, remembers the holy fire]
Castiel: You are not taking Sam Winchester. I won't let you.

Lucifer: Castiel. I don't understand why you're fighting *me*, of all the angels.
Castiel: You really have to ask?
Lucifer: I rebelled, I was cast out, you rebelled, you were cast out. Almost all of Heaven wants to see me dead and if they succeed guess what? You're their new public enemy number one. We're on the same side, like it or not, so, why not just serve your own best interests which in this case just happen to be mine.
Castiel: I'll die first.
Lucifer: I suppose you will.

Castiel: You seem pleased.
Meg: We're gonna win! Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe! Lucifer's gonna take over Heaven! We're goin' to Heaven, Clarence!
Castiel: Strange. Because I heard a different theory from a demon named Crowley.
Meg: You don't know Crowley.
Castiel: He believes Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end. And then, once he does, he'll destroy you all.
Meg: You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your God might be a dead-beat but mine, mine walks the Earth.
[the last bolt comes out, the pipe falls, knocking Meg into the circle with Castiel, Castiel tries to smite her but can't, Meg laughs]
Meg: You can't gank demons, can you? You're cut off from the home office and you ain't got the juice. So what *can* you do, you impotent sap?
Castiel: I can do this.

Castiel: [as he telekinetically loosens bolts on an overhead pipe] You seem pleased.
Meg: We're gonna win! Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe! Lucifer's gonna take over Heaven! We're goin' to Heaven, Clarence!
Castiel: Strange. Because I heard a different theory from a demon named Crowley.
Meg: [suspicious] You don't know Crowley.
Castiel: He believes Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end. And then, once he does, he'll destroy you all.
Meg: [uncertain] You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your God might be a dead-beat but mine, mine walks the Earth.
[the last bolt comes out, the pipe falls, knocking Meg into the circle with Castiel, Castiel tries to smite her but can't, Meg laughs]
Meg: You can't gank demons, can you? You're cut off from the home office and you ain't got the juice. So what *can* you do, you impotent sap?
Castiel: I can do this.
[he flings her down on the flames, uses her body as a bridge to escape]

Castiel: [after downing five shots] I Think I'm starting to feel something.

Voicemail: You have reached the voice mailbox of...
Castiel: [heard on record] I don't understand... why does it want my name?

Castiel: [Castiel appears in the motel room] I got your message. It was long your message. I find the sound of your voice grating.
Sam Winchester: What's wrong with you?
[Castiel stands wobbly]
Sam Winchester: Are you... drunk?
Castiel: No! Yes.
Sam Winchester: What the hell happened to you?
Castiel: I found a liquor store.
Sam Winchester: And?
Castiel: And I drank it!

Dean Winchester: [Dean arrives to the motel room with bloody hands] Paul's dead.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: Jane shot him.
Castiel: It's starting.
Dean Winchester: What's starting? Where the hell you been?
Castiel: [shoots an angry glare at Dean] On a bender!

Sam Winchester: Leah is not a real prophet.
Dean Winchester: Well, what is she, exactly?
Castiel: The whore.

Castiel: She rises when Lucifer walks the earth. "And she shall come, bearing false prophecy." This creature has the power to take a human's form, read minds. Book of Revelation calls her "the Whore of Babylon."

Castiel: Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will.

Castiel: Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination.

Dean Winchester: [referring to killing the Yellow-Eyed Demon in 1973] Alright, if I do this then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and-and Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail?
Castiel: You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die.
Dean Winchester: I realize.
Castiel: And you don't care?
Dean Winchester: Oh, I care. I care a lot. But these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. Not if I can stop it.

Castiel: [Dean wakes up with a start after dreaming of Hell] Hello, Dean. What were *you* dreaming about?

Dean Winchester: What are you, stoned?
Castiel: Generally, yeah.

Dean Winchester: Amphetamines?
Castiel: It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe.

Dean Winchester: Oh well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas Screw You.
Zachariah: Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the Devil wrong. Just say yes.
Dean Winchester: And how do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?
Zachariah: The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes, and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die.
[long pause, Dean walks around the angel]
Dean Winchester: [with his back turned] Nah.
Zachariah: "Nah"? You telling me you haven't learned you lesson?
Dean Winchester: [angrily] Oh I learned a lesson all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach!
Zachariah: [furious, advancing on Dean] Well, I'll just have to teach it *again*! 'Cause I've got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you -
[Zachariah is suddenly staring in shock at the empty air where Dean used to be]
Zachariah: Sonofa...
[Dean finds himself on a deserted road, turns to see Castiel regarding him calmly]
Dean Winchester: That's pretty nice timing, Cas.
Castiel: [smiling slightly] We had an appointment.
[Dean smiles, lays a hand on Cas' shoulder]
Dean Winchester: Don't ever change.

Dean Winchester: [on cell phone] Talking about the Colt, right? As in, *the* Colt?
Castiel: We are.
Dean Winchester: Well that doesn't make any sense, I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that - kills demons?
Castiel: [shouting over a passing truck] What? What, Dean - I didn't, I didn't get that.
Dean Winchester: [laughing] Y'know it's kinda funny, talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped.
Castiel: [irritated] This isn't funny, Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!
Dean Winchester: Okay, all right. Look, I, I'm tellin' you Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now.
Castiel: Well, I hear differently. And if it's true, and if you are still set on the *insane* task of killing the Devil, this is how we do it.
Dean Winchester: Okay, where do we start?
Castiel: Where are you now?
Dean Winchester: Uh, Kansas City...
[looks at his room key]
Dean Winchester: Century Hotel, room 113.
Castiel: I'll be there immediately.
[starts to hang up, Dean stops him]
Dean Winchester: Whoa whoa whoa, no, no, come on man, I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm *human*. There's stuff I gotta do.
Castiel: What stuff?
Dean Winchester: Eat, for example; in this case sleep, I just need like four hours every once in a while, okay?
Castiel: Yes.
Dean Winchester: Okay, so you can pop in tomorrow morning.
Castiel: Yes.
[Dean hangs up]
Castiel: I'll just...
[hears the dial tone, hangs up, a little exasperated]
Castiel: ... wait here, then.

Castiel: This is long foretold. This is your...
Dean Winchester: Destiny? Don't give me that holy crap.

Dean Winchester: [reading Chuck's prophetic story] St. Mary's, what is that, a convent?
Chuck Shurley: Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story!
Castiel: Yeah well, we're making it up as we go.
[Brilliant light appears in the window, the room starts to shake]
Chuck Shurley: What? Aw man, not again!
Castiel: [to Dean] It's the archangel! I'll hold him off, I'll hold them ALL off! Just stop Sam!
[He presses a hand to Dean's forehead; Dean finds himself in the convent]

[Dean is trying vainly to contact Sam on his phone, Castiel appears]
Castiel: You can't reach him, Dean. You're outside your coverage zone.
Dean Winchester: What're you gonna do to Sam?
Castiel: [sighs] Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself.
Dean Winchester: What's that supposed to mean?
[pause, Castiel looks down]
Dean Winchester: Oh right, right, gotta toe the company line. Why're you here, Cas?
Castiel: We've been through much together, you and I. And I just wanted... to say, I'm sorry it ended like this.
Dean Winchester: [stares at him] Sorry?
[he punches Castiel in the face, turns away nursing his hand]
Dean Winchester: It's Armageddon, Cas, you need a bigger word than "sorry"!
Castiel: Try to understand, this is long foretold. This is your...
Dean Winchester: Destiny? Don't gimme that holy crap. Destiny, God's plan, it's all a bunch of lies, you poor stupid sonofabitch! It's just a way for your bosses to keep me and keep you in line! You know what's real? People. Families. *That's* real. And you're gonna watch 'em all burn?
Castiel: [Advancing] What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here! I see inside you, I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You'll be at peace. Even with Sam.
[he looks away, but Dean leans slightly, catching his eyes again]
Dean Winchester: You can take your peace, and shove it up your lily-white ass. 'Cause I'll take the pain, and the guilt, I'll even take Sam as is. It's a lot better than bein' some Stepford Bitch in paradise! This is simple, Cas!
[Castiel turns away]
Dean Winchester: No more crap about bein' a good soldier, there is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it!
[grabs Castiel and spins him back around]
Dean Winchester: Look at me! You *know* it! Now you were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this before they dragged you back to Bible Camp. Help me, now. *Please!*
Castiel: [pained] What would you have me do?
Dean Winchester: Get me to Sam, we can stop this before it's too late!
Castiel: I do that, we will all be hunted. We'll *all* be killed!
Dean Winchester: [earnestly] If there is anything worth dyin' for, this is it.
[pause, Castiel slowly shakes his head, looks away]
Dean Winchester: [angry] You spineless, *soulless* sonofabitch. What do you care about dyin', you're already dead. We're done.
Castiel: [pleading] Dean...
Dean Winchester: We're *done*!
[Castiel vanishes]

[Castiel appears, slams Dean against the wall with a hand over his mouth and pulls out a knife. Castiel stares hard at Dean, who nods slightly. Castiel takes his hand off Dean's mouth, bares an arm and cuts himself, uses the blood to draw a sigil on the wall]
Zachariah: [appearing suddenly] Castiel! Would you mind explaining just what the Hell you're doing?
[he advances threateningly; Castiel slams his palm onto the sigil; Zachariah vanishes in a flash of light]
Castiel: He won't be gone long. We have to find Sam now.
Dean Winchester: Where is he?
Castiel: [handing Dean the knife] I don't know, but I know who does. We have to stop him, Dean. From killing Lilith.
Dean Winchester: But Lilith's gonna break the final seal!
Castiel: Lilith *is* the final seal! She dies, the End begins!

[Dean and Sam are trapped in a Japanese game show, there is a loud knocking noise]
Dean Winchester: Oh now what?
[the doors open, Castiel enters]
Dean Winchester: Cas?
Sam Winchester: Is this another trick?
Castiel: It's me!
[looks around, confused]
Castiel: Uh, what are you doing here?
Dean Winchester: Us? What are *you* doing here?
Castiel: Looking for you, you've been missing for days!
Sam Winchester: So get us the hell outta here, then!
Castiel: [reaching for them] Let's go!
[He blips out, vanishing]
Dean Winchester: Cas?
Game Show Host: No no no no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels!

[Castiel enters, looking worse for wear]
Dean Winchester: You okay?
Castiel: I don't have much time.
Sam Winchester: What happened?
Castiel: I got out.
Dean Winchester: From where?
Castiel: Listen to me! Something is not right, this thing is much more powerful than it should be.
Dean Winchester: What thing, the Trickster?
Castiel: If it *is* a Trickster.
Sam Winchester: What do you mean?
[Castiel gets flung against the wall, the Trickster enters, applause]
Trickster: Hello! Thank you! Thank you! Please, stop.
[Castiel gets up, his mouth is taped shut]
Trickster: [brightly] Hey, Castiel!
[the Trickster flicks a hand, Castiel vanishes]
Sam Winchester: You know him?
Dean Winchester: Where did you just send him?
Trickster: Relax. He'll live.
[pause]
Trickster: Maybe.
Dean Winchester: [angry, advancing] All right, you know what? I'm done with the monkey dance. 'Kay? We get it.
Trickster: Yeah? Get what, Hot Shot?
Dean Winchester: Playing our roles, right? That's your game?
Trickster: That's *half* the game.
Sam Winchester: What's the other half?
Trickster: Play your roles, out there.
Dean Winchester: What's that supposed to mean?
Trickster: Oh you know! Sam, starring as Lucifer! Dean, starring as Michael! You're Celebrity Deathmatch! Play your roles!

Trickster: So, boys, now what? Stare at each other for the rest of eternity?
Dean Winchester: Well first of all you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.
Trickster: [sarcastic] Oh am I?
Dean Winchester: [angry] Yeah. Or we're going to *dunk* you in some holy oil, and deep-fry ourselves an archangel!
[Gabriel snaps his fingers, Castiel appears, injured and breathing hard]
Dean Winchester: Cas, you okay?
Castiel: [glaring at the archangel] I'm fine. Hello Gabriel.
Trickster: Hey bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess: awful.

Pestilence: How'd you get here?
Castiel: I took a bus. Don't worry, I...
[Cass keels over coughing and gagging]
Pestilence: Well, look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless. Oh, that's fascinating. There's not a speck of an angel in you, is there?
[Cass slices off Pestilence's finger and takes his ring]
Castiel: Maybe just a speck.

Sam Winchester: The last thing Pestilence said, "It's too late."
Bobby Singer: He get specific.
Sam Winchester: No.
Dean Winchester: We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actual good news.
Bobby Singer: Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million are gonna die.
Dean Winchester: Huh.
Castiel: [at Bobby] I don't understand your definition of good news.

Bobby Singer: What's *your* problem?
Castiel: This is what they meant by "The 11th Hour", right?
Bobby Singer: Pretty much.
Castiel: Well, it's The 11th Hour, and I am useless. All I have is this. What am I even supposed to do with it?
Bobby Singer: Point it and shoot.
Castiel: What I used to be...
Bobby Singer: Are you really gonna bitch, to *me*?

Castiel: Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain. They were to do whatever you told us to do.
Dean Winchester: Your orders were to follow my orders?
Castiel: It was a test to see how you would perform under battlefield conditions, you might say.

Castiel: I'm not here to judge you Dean.
Dean Winchester: Then why are you here?

Castiel: You misunderstand me Dean. I'm not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save the town.
Dean Winchester: You were?
Castiel: These people, they're all my father's creations. They're works of art. And yet, even though you stopped Samhain the seal was broken and we are one step closer to Hell on Earth for all creation. And that's not an expression Dean. It's literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means. Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?
Dean Winchester: Okay.
Castiel: I'm not a hammer, as you say. I have questions. I-I have doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But, in the coming months, you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don't.

Dean Winchester: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, thanks for that.

Dean Winchester: Who are you?
Castiel: Castiel.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, I figured that much. I mean *what* are you?
Castiel: I'm an angel of the Lord.
Dean Winchester: Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.
Castiel: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

Dean Winchester: Look, pal, I'm not buying what you're selling. So, who are you really?
Castiel: I told you.
Dean Winchester: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from hell?
Castiel: Good things do happen, Dean.
Dean Winchester: Not in my experience.
Castiel: What's the matter?
[pause, he studies Dean]
Castiel: You don't think you deserve to be saved.
Dean Winchester: Why'd you do it?
Castiel: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

Castiel: The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals.
Dean Winchester: Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Sea World.
Castiel: Those seals are being broken by Lilith.
Dean Winchester: She did the spell. She rose the witnesses.
Castiel: Mm-hmm. And not just here. Twenty other hunters are dead.
Dean Winchester: [understanding] Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us.
Castiel: Lilith has a certain sense of humor.
Dean Winchester: Well, we put those spirits back to rest.
Castiel: It doesn't matter. The seal was broken.
Dean Winchester: Why break the seal anyway?
Castiel: You think of the seals as locks on a door.
Dean Winchester: Okay, last one opens and...
Castiel: Lucifer walks free.
Dean Winchester: [stares, stunned] Lucifer? But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told. At demon Sunday school. There's no such thing.
Castiel: Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?
Dean Winchester: [quietly] To stop Lucifer.
Castiel: [nods] That's why we've arrived.
Dean Winchester: Well, bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice.
Castiel: We tried. There are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost.
[Dean snorts derisively. Castiel moves closer to him]
Castiel: Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here.
[leans in even closer; Dean looks uncomfortable. With intensity:]
Castiel: You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in.
[he disappears]

Dean Winchester: I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos - you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks.
Castiel: Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier.

Dean Winchester: [about Chuck being a prophet] Him? Really?
Castiel: You should've seen Luke.

Castiel: You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special, they're protected.
Dean Winchester: I get that.
Castiel: If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce, they're absolute, they're heaven's most terrifying weapon.
Dean Winchester: And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?
Castiel: Yes.
Dean Winchester: So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon...?
Castiel: Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon.
[giving a knowing look]
Castiel: Just so you understand why I can't help.
Dean Winchester: Thanks, Cas.
Castiel: Good luck.

Castiel: I don't have much time, we need to talk.
Dean Winchester: Okay.
Castiel: Your plan, to kill Lucifer.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, you wanna help?
Castiel: No. It's foolish. It can't be done.
Dean Winchester: Oh, well thanks for the support.
Castiel: But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael, strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the Apocalypse.
Sam Winchester: Who's that?
Castiel: The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God.
[pause, the brothers look at him in disbelief]
Castiel: I'm gonna find God.

Dean Winchester: God?
Castiel: Yes.
Dean Winchester: [disbelieving] God.
Castiel: Yes! He isn't in Heaven; he has to be somewhere.
Dean Winchester: Try New Mexico, I hear he's on a tortilla.
[a beat as the joke goes over Castiel's head]
Castiel: No, he's not on any flatbread.
Dean Winchester: Listen chuckles, even if there *is* a God, he is either dead, and that's the generous theory...
Castiel: He *is* out there, Dean.
Dean Winchester: ...or, he's up and kicking, and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean look around you man, the world is in the toilet! We are *literally* at the End of Days here, and he's off somewhere, drinkin' booze out of a coconut! Alright?
Castiel: Enough! This is not a theological issue, it's strategic. With God's help, we *can* win.
Dean Winchester: It's a pipe dream, Cas.
Castiel: [advancing, furious] I killed two angels this week. Those are my brothers. I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for *you*, and you failed. You and your brother *destroyed* the *world*, and I lost everything... for nothing.
[pause, Dean and Sam look uncomfortable]
Castiel: So keep... your *opinions*... to yourself.

[as a happy, fat and very naked Cupid grabs and hugs the brothers and Castiel]
Dean Winchester: This is a fight? Are we in a fight?
Castiel: This is... their handshake.
Dean Winchester: I don't like it!
Castiel: No one likes it.

Castiel: The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it.

Castiel: [unknowingly sits on a whoopie cushion] That wasn't me.
Dean Winchester: Who put that there?

Castiel: Hey, ass-butt.

Dean Winchester: Cas, hey, so er, so I found Sam but something just happened. There was this weird beam of light.
Castiel: Don't go into the light!
Dean Winchester: OK, thanks... Carol Anne.

Street Preacher: [shouting] The end is nigh! The apocalypse is upon us! The angels talk to me, and they asked me to talk to you! The apocalypse...
Dean Winchester: [interrupting] Hey! I'm Dean Winchester. Do you know who I am?
Street Preacher: Dear God!
Dean Winchester: I'll take that as a yes. Listen, I need you to pray to your angel buddies and let them know that I'm here.
Street Preacher: [drops to knees, shouting] Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name...
Castiel: You pray too loud.

Samuel Campbell: Is this what you boys do? Sit around and watch porno's with angels?
Castiel: We're not supposed to talk about it.

[Zachariah has been threatening and tormenting Dean; Castiel appears and kills the other angels with a silver stiletto]
Zachariah: How are you...?
Castiel: Alive? It's a good question.
[indicating Dean and Sam]
Castiel: How did these two end up on that airplane? Another good question, because the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?
Zachariah: No... It's not possible.
Castiel: [fiercely] It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these boys back together, and go. I won't ask twice.
[Zachariah disappears; the brothers recover]
Castiel: You two need to be more careful.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought.
Castiel: I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel, and once he takes it those hex bags won't be enough to protect you.
[he touches their chests, the brothers flinch and groan]
Dean Winchester: What the hell was that?
Castiel: An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation. Including Lucifer.
Dean Winchester: What, did you just brand us with it?
Castiel: No, I carved it into your ribs.
[pause while they take this in]
Sam Winchester: Hey Cas, were you really dead?
[a beat]
Castiel: Yes.
Dean Winchester: Then how are you back?
[Castiel looks at them for a moment, not answering, then vanishes with a sound of wingbeats]