Dean Winchester: So you want revenge.
Gabriel: Well, obviously. Roasting Asmodeus was, uh, satisfying for a hot minute. But you know one thing better than killing him? Slaughtering them all.
Sam Winchester: But since you're low on grace, you had to do it the old-fashioned way... with wood.
Gabriel: Don't let anybody ever tell you you're just a pretty face.
Rowena: I fought Death and lost. I feel tired. Weaker. I don't know if it's forever. Sam, what have I done?
Sam Winchester: You had a chance to kill me and... and you didn't. I'd call that progress.
Dean Winchester: I'd call that a miracle.
Sam Winchester: And, you know, what happened with Crowley, that wasn't your fault.
Rowena: He never had a chance.
Dean Winchester: He made his choices. Just like we all do. Look, every one of us has done something that we have to live with, that we're trying to make up for. Every one of us.
Sam Winchester: Even without all that extra juice, you're still the deadliest witch around.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, well, we, um... we may need your help to save our family, to... hell, to save the world.
Dean Winchester: You wanna be redeemed? This would be a pretty big step.
Rowena: And you think I still can be?
Dean Winchester: Yeah. I do.
Sam Winchester: We both do.
Rowena: Death has something I want.
Sam Winchester: What's that?
Rowena: My son. After you told me he was gone, how he died, I had an unexpected reaction. We had our differences, but it's my fault he went down the path he did. I left him.
Dean Winchester: We're talking about Crowley... demon, King of Hell.
Rowena: We're talking about Fergus... a man abandoned and loveless, tricked by a demon, died in a gutter. He deserved better from the world, from me.
Dean Winchester: Well, Crowley's dead. There's no coming back from that.
Rowena: Oh, is that so, Dean? Are only Winchesters allowed to come back from the dead? The rest of us just have to accept it? I don't think so. I'm putting Death on notice.
Sam Winchester: So what, you... you've just been... hovering around us, invisible, like a... like a babysitter?
Reaper Jessica: No, no, more like a baby monitor.
Sam Winchester: And... and you've seen, um...
Jessica: Oh, everything.
Dean Winchester: You mean, like, everything everything?
Jessica: I'm especially fond of Sam's impressive... extensive array of hair products. Not to mention, the 3-day-old bacon cheeseburger in your room, or the VHS tape hidden under your bed, labeled, “Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Pleasu-”
Dean Winchester: Okay, all right, all right, that's not cool, okay? That's... First of all, that's a classic. Secondly, the burger's for emergency cases only.
Sam Winchester: Rowena, are you at a... party or something?
Rowena: I am, but I'm surprised you recognize the sounds of a party, seeing as how you're all work and no play.
Dean Winchester: Look, we didn't call to talk, we... The world is in danger, Rowena.
Rowena: And I'm currently surrounded by art that makes me think the world should be in danger. Best of luck to you, boys, my three little musketeers. Mwah.
Dean Winchester: Damn it.
Castiel: You know, she's right. You never go to parties.
Sam Winchester: What's the catch? What do you want?
Arthur Ketch: Protection. From Asmodeus.
Dean Winchester: The one you're working for?
Arthur Ketch: Was working for. When he finds out that I stole his prize milk cow, well, I imagine that he'll hunt me to the ends of the Earth. So... this is the only safe place I know.
Sam Winchester: What? Do you think you're just gonna move in?
Arthur Ketch: Dibs on the top bunk?