- Dean Winchester: God?
- Castiel: Yes.
- Dean Winchester: [disbelieving] God.
- Castiel: Yes! He isn't in Heaven; he has to be somewhere.
- Dean Winchester: Try New Mexico, I hear he's on a tortilla.
- [a beat as the joke goes over Castiel's head]
- Castiel: No, he's not on any flatbread.
- Dean Winchester: Listen chuckles, even if there *is* a God, he is either dead, and that's the generous theory...
- Castiel: He *is* out there, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: ...or, he's up and kicking, and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean look around you man, the world is in the toilet! We are *literally* at the End of Days here, and he's off somewhere, drinkin' booze out of a coconut! Alright?
- Castiel: Enough! This is not a theological issue, it's strategic. With God's help, we *can* win.
- Dean Winchester: It's a pipe dream, Cas.
- Castiel: [advancing, furious] I killed two angels this week. Those are my brothers. I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for *you*, and you failed. You and your brother *destroyed* the *world*, and I lost everything... for nothing.
- [pause, Dean and Sam look uncomfortable]
- Castiel: So keep... your *opinions*... to yourself.
- Castiel: I don't have much time, we need to talk.
- Dean Winchester: Okay.
- Castiel: Your plan, to kill Lucifer.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, you wanna help?
- Castiel: No. It's foolish. It can't be done.
- Dean Winchester: Oh, well thanks for the support.
- Castiel: But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael, strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the Apocalypse.
- Sam Winchester: Who's that?
- Castiel: The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God.
- [pause, the brothers look at him in disbelief]
- Castiel: I'm gonna find God.
- Sam Winchester: Who the hell are you? What are you?
- Roger: Ya caught me. Popped in to watch. I can hustle like that.
- Sam Winchester: So the Roger everyone around her knows? The real Roger?
- Roger: Buried in a ditch.
- Sam Winchester: So who are you?
- Roger: Here's a hint. I was in Germany, then in Germany, then in the Middle East; I was in Darfur when my beeper went off. I'm waiting to hook up with my siblings - I've got three. We're going to have so much fun together.
- Sam Winchester: I know who you are. There aren't any demons in town, are there?
- Roger: Nope! Just frightened people ripping each others' throats out. I really haven't had to do too much. I mean, take out a bridge here; lay in a little hallucination there; sit back, pop some corn, watch the show. Frankly, you are really vicious little animals, Sam.
- Sam Winchester: No. You're doing this.
- Roger: Please. Last week, this was Mayberry. Now these people are stabbing each others' children.
- Sam Winchester: 'Cause you made them see demons!
- Roger: Honestly, people don't need a reason to kill each other. I mean, have you seen the Irish? They're all Irish! You think I'm a monster. I'm Jello shots at a party. I just remove inhibitions.
- Sam Winchester: I'm gonna kill you myself.
- Roger: Oh, that's adorable, considering you're my poster boy.
- Sam Winchester: What's that supposed to mean?
- Roger: You can't stop thinking about it. Ever since you saw it dripping off the blade of that knife.
- Sam Winchester: You're wrong.
- Roger: Save your protests for your brother. I can see inside your head, and man, it is one-track city in there: blood, blood, blood. Lust. For power. Same as always. You want to be strong again. But not just strong; stronger than everybody. Good intentions. Quick slide to hell, buddy-boy. You feel bad now? Wait 'till you're thigh-deep in warm corpses. 'Cause my friend, I'm just getting started. Showtime for the meatsuits.
- Sam Winchester: Dean...
- Dean Winchester: Sam, let's not.
- Sam Winchester: No, listen. This is important. I know you don't trust me. Just, now I realize something. I don't trust me either. From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head... and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath... I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. Thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or... anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. There's something in me that... scares the hell out of me, Dean. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse...
- Dean Winchester: So what are you saying?
- Sam Winchester: I'm in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back, 'cause I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we just... go our separate ways.
- Dean Winchester: Well, I think you're right.
- Sam Winchester: I was expecting a fight.
- Dean Winchester: The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now.
- Sam Winchester: I'm sorry, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: I know you are, Sam. Hey, do you, uh, wanna take the Impala?
- Sam Winchester: SAM moves to stand up. DEAN It's okay. Take care of yourself, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, you too, Sammy.