Sam Winchester: Listen, I-I don’t know how well you got to know our… our… our friend Jack with everything that was going on when you were here, but we’ve sort of been taking care of him, and, uh, he’s, um… Lucifer’s son.
Rowena: Goodbye.
Sam Winchester: No, no, no. Stop, stop. He’s a great kid. His mother was a fantastic human being, a-a-and he wanted nothing to do with Lucifer, w-who is dead, as you know.
Rowena: I hope he’s rotting.
Sam Winchester: Yes, but Lucifer stole Jack’s grace, so he’s powerless now, and… and something’s going on with him, and he might die.
Rowena: Oh, splendid! The sooner the better! From what I know of the father, the world will be better off without the son.
Jack: You might be right. We’re all still figuring that out. I’m Jack. And I know people have a lot of strong feelings about my father, but I’m… I’m trying hard not to be like him. Sam and Dean, they… they say such nice things about you.
Rowena: They do?
Jack: You saved all of us… from Apocalypse World.
Rowena: Well, that’s true.
Jack: So, before you go, I… I just wanted to say… thank you.
(Jack starts coughing)
Sam Winchester: Jack. Hey, buddy. Hey. You’re all right.
Rowena: Bollocks.
