Rowena: Fine. This isn't how you wanted things to work out, but yes, Rowena, thanks to you, Sam and Dean'll be trapped in some sort of nightmare universe with the Devil himself. And you're the only person who might be able to devise a way to keep the door back home open for them. But... Sorry, boys. Au revoir, bon voyage, not my problem. (She starts to leave but stops) Bollocks! Bums bollocks.
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.
Gabriel: Think they'll be much longer?
Rowena: The Three Amigos? With their bro hugs, pep talks, and melodrama? Count on it.
Gabriel: It's not always like that.
Rowena: Gabriel, please.
Gabriel: Just 'cause I take a little extra time to recover.
Rowena: I don't need to hear your excuses.
Gabriel: It doesn't make me any less of an archangel.
Rowena: Mm, right.
Rowena: Lucifer isn't the one who's gonna kill me, is he?
Sam Winchester: You changed other people's fates. Maybe we can change yours.
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.
Sam Winchester: Rowena. I know what you went through and I know how much you lost and I realize how much you want your family back. But don't do this, not like this. This is not you. Not anymore.
Rowena: What happened to me, those were my choices. But Fergus never... It wasn't fair. It's not fair! (Rowena attacks Death with no effect)
Billie/Death: You were never gonna kill him. There was a time you would've, but not now. I can see that.
Rowena: I don't know what I'm doing.
Billie/Death: Sometimes life is unfair and sometimes we lose things and sometimes we make mistakes. And some of these things can never be fixed no matter how powerful you become. Some things just are, and everyone has to live with that.
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: 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.