Rowena: What am I picking up from you two? A wee tiff? Tell your Auntie Rowena.
Dean Winchester: It's fine. Don't worry about it.
Castiel: It's fine.
Rowena: Boys? Fix it. I don't have many regrets, but the few I do still haunt me. Making Napoleon so short was just bitchy. Telling Mick Jagger he had no future when I dumped him. And, well, everything with dear Fergus. Then one day, you die, you go to hell, they make you queen, and... you can't make it right. So fix it!
Rowena: Fate says Sam Winchester's going to off me, which makes dinners a bit awkward, but does give one a certain sense of... security. So whilst I'm flattered, I think we can both do better.
Michael: Fine. Then how about this... I'll leave you alive, find another host, and then I'll kill every one of the people in this bunker... everyone you care about. And you do care about them, no matter what you tell them, no matter what you tell yourself. So... say yes. Choice is yours.
Sam Winchester: Okay, so, we've made some progress.
Dean Winchester: This is like an A.V. Club presentation.
Jack Kline: What's an A.V. Club?
Castiel: It's a special group for people who do not play sports.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, him. (points at Cas) He's A.V. Club.
Rowena: Excuse me, boys, but this is a bit more pressing than your hilarious banter.
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.
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: 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.
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