Jack (pointing at Bible): God. He's in here, too. Is he famous or something?
Sam Winchester: Yeah. Um, God basically... created everything.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, and then he skipped out, leaving guys like us to clean up his messes like Lucifer.
Dean Winchester: Wait, wait, wait. (stopping Jack from taking a beer) How old do you think you are?
Jack: 3 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes. (Dean lets him drink it)
Jack: My mother, she said Castiel, he would keep me safe. She said the world was a dangerous place. That's... that's why I couldn't be a baby or a child. I... That's why I had to grow up fast. That's why I chose him to be my father. Where is he?
Sam Winchester: He's dead.
Clark: Dude... How high are you?
Jack: I don't know what that means.
Clark: Well, it means, um, like, wasted, lit, chonged, blitz, blasted, blazed, baked. Nothing, no? Look, I'm not judging you. I'm... I'm jealous. What are you on?
Jack: I'm on a chair on the floor... on the planet Earth.