Dean Winchester: Why don't You just snap your fingers and end it?!
Chuck: Look, I...
Sam Winchester: And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over... where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again... fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me.
Chuck: Dean, don't do this.
Dean Winchester: No, we're done talking. 'Cause this... this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.
(Dean decides not to shoot Jack and throws away the gun...)
Chuck: No! Pick it up! Pick it up.
Dean Winchester: The hell, Chuck?
Chuck: This isn't how the story is supposed to end.
Castiel: The story?
Chuck: Lookit, the... the... the gathering storm, the gun, the... the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!
Dean Winchester: Wait. What are you saying?
Sam Winchester: He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time.
Chuck: Come on.
Sam Winchester: Our entire lives. Mom, Dad... everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because... Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story?
(Dean is pointing the gun at Jack...)
Sam Winchester (to Chuck): Do something. (realization shows up on his face) You're enjoying this.
Sam Winchester: Do you watch us? When you're not here, are... are you... watching us?
Chuck: Yeah. I mean, you're my favorite show.
Sam Winchester: How many are there... how many other worlds or... or universes or realities or whatever?
Chuck: I don't know. Kinda lost count. Most of them are boring. One's in reverse. In one, there's no yellow. One... One of them's just all squirrels.
Dean Winchester: This is the only way.
Castiel: And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box.
Chuck: Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death... she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong.
Chuck (about Jack): Look, the point is the kid did all that with two words. What's next? He sneezes and... whoops... there goes India?
Dean Winchester: And you're here because...
Castiel: Because of Jack.
Chuck: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox... you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against... what was it?... the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in.
Sam Winchester: So You're saying Jack is Apocalyptic?
Castiel: I need time to see the Cage and study it.
Demon at the gate: Yeah, that's a no. So you can go to hell... metaphorically.
Castiel: No, don't. (Demon closes the door)
Chuck: Wow. Yeah. You guys are screwed.
Amara: What you’ve made… it’s beautiful. It took me a long time to see that. I know that we can’t go back to the way things were. I don’t want to, but I wish… I wish that we could just be family again. Chuck: I do too.
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.