Rowena: What am I picking up from you two? A wee tiff? Tell your Auntie Rowena.

Dean Winchester: It's fine. Don't worry about it.

Castiel: It's fine.

Rowena: Boys? Fix it. I don't have many regrets, but the few I do still haunt me. Making Napoleon so short was just b*tchy. Telling Mick Jagger he had no future when I dumped him. And, well, everything with dear Fergus. Then one day, you die, you go to hell, they make you queen, and... you can't make it right. So fix it!