Trickster: Sam... there's a lesson here... that I've been trying to drill into that freakish, Cro-Magnon skull of yours.
Sam Winchester: Lesson? What lesson?
Trickster: This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. The bad guys know it too. He's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.
Gabriel: Lucifer, do you really see a version here where he sticks by you?
Lucifer: I think the kid is pretty blown away by the old man, so... Yeah. I do.
Gabriel: He's a kid. He likes shiny objects and magic tricks. But he's not like you. I can see it in his eyes. His mother's bloodline, the Winchesters' influence...
Lucifer: I can be an influence.
Gabriel: Ugh. He's not gonna want that. He'll see who... what you are.
Lucifer: I've changed.
Gabriel: Dude, it's me. I've known you since the stars were made. You can't change. You're incapable of empathy or love. You live to be worshipped or feared. Or both.
Lucifer: Okay. I-I see that you've -- you've drunk the Kool-Aid. Fine.
Gabriel: Oh, is this the part where you tell me that, uh, Dad made up all those so-called lies about you? Got it.
Lucifer: Yeah! Yeah, Pop locked me up, okay?
Gabriel: Don't you get it? Humans were innocent and beautiful. But you... you couldn't stand that the old man loved them more than he loved you. So you tempted them and you corrupted them just to prove how flawed they were.
Lucifer: You better be careful, man.
Gabriel: Dad saw that your evil was like the first few cells of cancer... that it would spread like the disease unless he cut it out. That is why he locked you up, to stop the cancer. But it was too late then. And guess what? It's too late for you now.
Gabriel: Hey, brother.
Lucifer: Aah! I killed you.
(Lucifer runs off the backdoor and appears back at the entrance)
Gabriel: Welcome back.
Lucifer: Whoa. Okay. What in the hell did you put in that drink, man?
Rowena: White sage, a little burdock, a pinch of salt. Very simple ingredients for a very potent spell.
Lucifer (laughing hysterically): I... I killed you, too.
Rowena: Quite a tidy, wee tush he's got going on there. Sort of...cute. Mm.
Gabriel: Oh, she's so... so tiny, so angry. That milky white skin, dancer's body. God, I bet she's flexib...
Rowena: So...we've a little time. How would you like to fill it?
Gabriel: To fill what?
Rowena: I know a thing or two about wounded masculine pride.