Lucifer: Hey, Red. Looking gorgeous as ever. Hey, I think a little apology is in order. Rowena: You think you’re the first man to try and kill me?
Lucifer: Hey, Red. Looking gorgeous as ever. Hey, I think a little apology is in order.
Rowena: You think you’re the first man to try and kill me?
Rowena: Even if God’s back, why would I care? Hello, pagan here. I serve magic, not God. Sorry. Not interested. Clea: I am. (Rowena gives her a look) What? I can’t serve both?
Rowena: Even if God’s back, why would I care? Hello, pagan here. I serve magic, not God. Sorry. Not interested.
Clea: I am. (Rowena gives her a look) What? I can’t serve both?
Rowena (to Sam): You walked right into a powerful coven. Clea: Ah, it takes three for a coven. Rowena (to Sam): Witch’s den… without a weapon. I’ll turn you into a moose – an actual moose.
Rowena (to Sam): You walked right into a powerful coven.
Clea: Ah, it takes three for a coven.
Rowena (to Sam): Witch’s den… without a weapon. I’ll turn you into a moose – an actual moose.
Rowena (to Sam): Your brother’s a walking freaking time bomb and the clock, she’s a-ticking. So you will kill my son and you will do it my way, now.
Rowena: You’re just fascinating. An angel that rejected Heaven, that’s like a fish that wants to fly or a dog that thinks he’s people. (Later…) Castiel (to Sam): I’d be happy to kill her, she just called me a fish.
Rowena: You’re just fascinating. An angel that rejected Heaven, that’s like a fish that wants to fly or a dog that thinks he’s people.
(Later…)
Castiel (to Sam): I’d be happy to kill her, she just called me a fish.
Rowena (telling her story): Then I met God and his sister. The two most powerful beings in the universe, wasting it on squabbling with each other. I thought, if... if they can't be happy, or at least satisfied, how can there be any hope for me?
Rowena (telling her story): All she wanted was a roof over her head and a safe place to hone her magic. Yet, they threw her out like... like common trash. Said she wasn't up to snuff. Dean Winchester: Oh, these witches sound like dicks. I think you got plenty of snuff.
Rowena (telling her story): All she wanted was a roof over her head and a safe place to hone her magic. Yet, they threw her out like... like common trash. Said she wasn't up to snuff.
Dean Winchester: Oh, these witches sound like dicks. I think you got plenty of snuff.
(Sam is trying to figure out why is Dean losing his memories...) Rowena: We could do a memory spell. But did his hair fall out? His body, too? Sam Winchester: What? Rowena: From the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll? Sam Winchester: I don't know. Uh, and I'm not checking either.
(Sam is trying to figure out why is Dean losing his memories...)
Rowena: We could do a memory spell. But did his hair fall out? His body, too?
Sam Winchester: What?
Rowena: From the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll?
Sam Winchester: I don't know. Uh, and I'm not checking either.
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