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.
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?
Dean Winchester: What about Cas?
Lucifer: Oh, don’t worry. Your pet’s safety is my highest concern. Trust me, he’s on board.
Sam Winchester: Lucifer! You know, at some point in time, you’re gonna have to come out and, and talk to… God.
Dean Winchester: This is like the worst episode of “Full House” ever.
Chuck: Listen, I know I’ve been gone for a while. I missed a few million birthdays.
Lucifer: Yeah, and then the second your apes send a distress flare – Boom! – Daddy’s home.
Chuck: No, that’s not what happened.
Dean Winchester: Hey, these apes saved your ass.
Professor Donatello Redfield: It … It’s like asking me to believe in Santa Claus.
Dean Winchester: Oh, well, actually…
Sam Winchester: Dean, not now.
(In Impala, Donatello tries to escape)
Sam Winchester: It’s locked. Yeah, that, too.
Dean Winchester: Sometimes we keep monsters in the back.
Dean Winchester: Professor Redfield. FBI.
Professor Donatello Redfield: Call me Donatello.
Dean Winchester: Yeah.
Professor Donatello Redfield: I’m named after him.
Dean Winchester: The Mutant Ninja Turtle?
Professor Donatello Redfield: The, uh, Renaissance sculptor.
Dean Winchester: Right, of course.
Sam Winchester: I mean, it’s God. There’s so many things I want to ask him, uh, like, uh, t-the planets, you know? Why are they round? Or ears. I always thought they were strange.
Dean Winchester: Okay, fanboy, calm down.