Dean: Cas, you there? Sammy's hurt
- he's hurt pretty bad. And I know
that you think that I am pissed at
you. But I don't care that the angels
fell. So whatever you did, or didn't,
do, we'll work it out. Please man, I
need you here.
Truck Driver: How about a lift?
Castiel: Yes. I would fly, but I don't
have any wings. not anymore.
Bobby: Just die? All the good you've
done, all the people you've saved, all
the sacrifices you've made. You
saved the world, son. How many
people can say that? How many
people can say that they have left
this godforsaken hunk of dirt that
much a better place? What you call
dying, I call leaving a legacy.
Dean: I've got the King of Hell in my
trunk.
Grief counselor: I'm sorry, is that a
metaphor?
Dean: Anybody ever tell you you hit
like an angel?
Death: Well I must admit, when I
heard it was you, well I had to come
myself.
Sam: I bet you get off on this.
Death: Perhaps, but not in the way
you assume. I consider it to be quite
the honor to be collecting the likes of
Sam Winchester. {pause} I try so
hard not to pass judgement at times
like this - not my bag you see - but
you? Well played my boy.
Dean: Sam listen to me. I made you a
promise, in that church. You and me.
Come whatever. Well, hell, if this ain't
whatever. But you gotta let me in
man. You gotta let me help. There
ain't no me if there ain't no you!
Dean: Oh, I mean, I stopped, you
know, let a few Japanese tourists
take some pictures. Nobody got too
handsy.
Dean: I knew you'd pull through. I
meant what I said in the church.
You're capable of anything Sam. And
hell if you didn't prove me right.
Sam: Good, because we've got work
to do.
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