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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?
Castiel: Because you're Michael's vessel, and no angel will dare harm you.
Dean Winchester: Oh, so I'm your bullet shield!
Dean Winchester: Last time you zapped me someplace, I didn't poop for a week! We're driving.
Castiel: There's... well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial.
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]
Dean Winchester: So Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the Post Office, did he?
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.
Dean Winchester: I mean I spent so much time worrying about the sonofabitch [Sam]... 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.
[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.
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.
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.
Dean Winchester: [following Cas] What he said!
Dean Winchester: Where have you been?
Dean Winchester: Oh! How was it?
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!
Sam Winchester: Leah is not a real prophet.
Dean Winchester: Well, what is she, exactly?
Castiel: The whore.
Dean Winchester: Wow, Cas, tell us what you really think.
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.
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.
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: 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: Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.
Castiel: Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.
Kevin Tran: You're one of the Angels?
Castiel: [touches Kevin's nose] Boop.
Samuel Campbell: Is this what you boys do? Sit around and watch porno's with angels?
Castiel: I'm not supposed to talk about it.
Castiel: [while watching porn] That's very complex
Dean Winchester: M-hm
Castiel: If the pizzaman truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?
Castiel: Perhaps she's done something wrong.
Dean Winchester: You're watching porn? Why?
Castiel: It was there.
Dean Winchester: You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes. And... you don't talk about it. Just turn it off.
Castiel: [Looks between his legs]
Dean Winchester: Oh, now he's got a boner
Dean Winchester: All right. Let's gear up. It's wabbit season.
Castiel: I don't think you pronounced that correctly.
Dean Winchester: Cass. Let's go.
Castiel: [interrogating a cat] I've almost cracked him.
Dean Winchester: Now.
Castiel: Hey. I'm not through with you.
[Castiel turns off the TV after watching a Looney Toons cartoon]
Castiel: [Chuckling] I understand. The bird represents God, Coyote is Man, endlessly chasing the divine and yet never able to catch him.
[Dean and Sam give Castiel a confused look]
Castiel: It's hilarious.
Castiel: Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination.
Dean Winchester: What are you, stoned?
Castiel: Generally, yeah.
Dean Winchester: Oh well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas Screw You.
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, so you can pop in tomorrow morning.
[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: 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 notices a homeless man with a scrap cardboard sign scrawled with "May God bless you. Donations welcome"]
Castiel: What was He like?
Metatron: [absentminded] Who? Oh. God?
Metatron: [sighs] Mm, pretty much like you'd expect: larger than life, gruff, bit of a sexist, but fair- eminently fair.
Dwight Charles: [walks over] Help you gents?
Castiel: Yes. Would you say you're looking for a... partner in crime, or, uh, someone who is into nurse role-play and light domination?
[he stares down Castiel, who stares back with an innocent, questioning look]
Dwight Charles: Brother, it's 10 AM on a Tuesday...
Metatron: [interrupting] Uh, we'll have two drafts, please.
Dwight Charles: [eyeing Castiel] Coming up.
[Dwight returns to behind the counter]
Metatron: You're not the most subtle tool in the shed, are you?
[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: [about the hamburger he's eating] These make me very happy.
Dean Winchester: Seriously how many is that?
Castiel: I lost count, but it's in the low hundreds.
Castiel: The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it.
Castiel: Hey, ass-butt.
Castiel: The only thing you're going to see out there is Michael killing your brother.
Dean Winchester: Well, then I ain't gonna let him die alone.
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.
Castiel: You think maybe, just maybe, we should find out what the hell God has been saying?
Castiel: You have to find an angel, his name is Joshua.
Dean Winchester: Hey, man, no offense, but we are kinda ass-full of angels alright?
Dean Winchester: [about Chuck being a prophet] Him? Really?
Castiel: You should've seen Luke.
Castiel: I'm not here to judge you Dean.
Dean Winchester: Then why are you here?
Dean Winchester: There's too many angels, Cass! I don't know who's on first, what's on second...
Castiel: What *is* "second"?
Dean Winchester: Don't start that.
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.
Castiel: You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in.
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.
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.
Castiel: Hello, Crowley. You look stressed.
Dean Winchester: Why's it always gotta to be me, huh? It's not like Cass lives in my ass. The dude's busy.
[Castiel appears behind him]
Dean Winchester: Cass, get out of my ass.
Castiel: I was never in your...
Castiel: I'll search the town. Give me a moment.
[Cass doesn't disappear]
Dean Winchester: Cass, we can still see you.
Castiel: Yeah, I'm still here.
Dean Winchester: Okay, well, you don't have to wait on us. You - Well, now it just looks like you're pooping.
Castiel: [unknowingly sits on a whoopie cushion] That wasn't me.
Dean Winchester: Who put that there?
Samuel Campbell: This Castiel?
Samuel Campbell: You're scrawnier than I pictured.
Castiel: This is a vessel. My true form is the size of your Chrysler Building.
Sam Winchester: Sorry, I would hug you, but...
Castiel: It would be awkward.
Naomi: Where is the angel tablet, Castiel?
Castiel: In the words of a... good friend, bite me.
Naomi: Oh, we'll bite. Don't worry.