Castiel: Dean, are you okay? How do you feel?
Dean Winchester: Like my insides just got flame-broiled. Is that normal?
Rowena: Sweetie, we’re so far past normal.
Castiel (about angels): They know God is dying and they don’t think we can win this. Souls or no souls. They’re sealing Heaven, and they’re quote: dying with dignity.
Dean Winchester (to ghosts): Get your Casper asses out here!
Sam Winchester (to Dean about ghosts): You know what? Why don’t you finish up? I’ll go piss them off.
Dean Winchester (imitating Rowena): It’s a Book of the Damned spell, boyos. Take this wee crystal. It’ll suck up all the blimey ghosts. Just say the magic word.
Chuck: The Darkness might, might have a weakness – Light.
Crowley: He tells us now.
Chuck: What? I-I just wanted to trap her. I didn’t want to murder her.
Rowena: Fergus was bright. Walked before his first birthday, but he hated pants. Hated them. He’d run ’round the village, his wee banger just flapping in the breeze.
Chuck: Adam and Eve were the same way.
Rowena and Chuck (at the same time): Kids.
Crowley: I’m so glad the world is ending.
Crowley (about Rowena): She’s using you. It’s what she does. Finds someone with power… cozies up… digs the claws in.
Chuck: Hmm. Yeah, well, I’m not helping anyone right now, obviously. She’s been…nice.
Crowley: For now.
Chuck: Now’s kind of all we got.
Crowley: Whatever. I’m not calling you Dad.
Dean Winchester: If you’ve got something for me to punch, shoot, or kill, let me know and I’ll do it. I’ll do it till I die. But how are we supposed to fix the friggin’ sun?
Crowley: Well… that was a complete and utter dog’s breakfast, wasn’t it?
Castiel: I didn’t know dogs had breakfast.
Dean Winchester: Cas is back.
Sam Winchester: H-How do you feel?
Chuck: Ohh. You know when you’re driving and a bug hits your windshield? I’m the bug.
Sam Winchester: God’s dead.
Amara: No. He’s dying. My brother will dim… and fade away into nothing. But not until he sees what comes next. Not until he watches this world, everything he created, everything he loves turn to ash. Welcome to the end.
Dean Winchester: So, what am I supposed to do, just sit by and watch?
Sam Winchester: No. We’re both in this fight. You’re leading this army.
Dean Winchester: Oh, you mean babysitting the bad guys?