- Crowley: It's all very West Side Story, but let's be logical. You look like hell, and I should know.
- Castiel: Everything isn't your responsibility. Getting me out of Purgatory wasn't your responsibility...
- Dean Winchester: You *didn't* get out. So, whose fault was it?
- Castiel: It's not about fault. It's about will. Dean, do you really not remember?
- Dean Winchester: I lived it, Cas. Kay? I *know* what happened.
- Castiel: No. No, you think you know. You remembered it the way you needed to.
- Dean Winchester: Look, I don't need to feel like Hell for failing you. Okay? For failing you like I failed every other God forsaken thing that I care about! I don't need it!
- Castiel: Dean. Just look at it. *Really* look at it.
- [He touches Dean's forehead. Dean remembers climbing through the portal and grabbing Cas' hand. But, he now remembers that he didn't let Cas fall but that Cas pulled away]
- Castiel: See, it wasn't that I was weak. I was stronger than you. I pulled away. Nothing you could have done would have saved me because I didn't want to be saved.
- Dean Winchester: [In disbelief] What the Hell you talkin' about?
- Castiel: It's where I belonged. I needed to do penance. After the things I did on Earth and in Heaven, I didn't deserve to be out. And I saw that clearly when I was there. I... I planned to stay all along. I just didn't know how to tell you. You can't save everyone, my friend. You try.
- Sam Winchester: [Walking up] Everything okay?
- Castiel: Yes. Just setting a few things straight.
- Dean Winchester: What the Hell happened? Back there. Purgatory. I told you I would get you out. We were there! It's like you just gave up. It's like you didn't believe we could do it. I mean, you kept saying that you didn't think it would work. Did you not trust me?
- Castiel: Dean...
- Dean Winchester: I did everything I could to get you out! Everything.
- [pause]
- Dean Winchester: I did *not* leave you.
- Castiel: So you think this was your fault?
- Future Prophet #1: Are we on a spaceship?
- Crowley: Sorry?
- Future Prophet #3: Snapping us up from our homes, our families, teleporting us to this m-mother ship.
- Crowley: Mother ship?
- Future Prophet #1: You're aliens, right?
- [Crowley looks offended]
- Delta Mendota: Honestly, I am sick of being treated like dirt by those demons. Like, who died and made them boss? Well, probably somebody did.
- Crowley: [Torturing Samandriel] This hurts you more than it hurts me, so I can go on forever. Which, in your case, forever means... Well, forever.
- Crowley: So, on the count of 3... 1, 2...
- [Stabs him]
- Samandriel: Ahhh! What happened to 3?
- Crowley: I lied. I do that.
- Kevin Tran: [Reading] "Thus passes the compendium of tablets..."
- Crowley: Compendium?
- Kevin Tran: It's a collection of things, especially one systematically organized.
- Crowley: I know what "compendium" means, Kevin. What does Metatron mean?
- Sam Winchester: This kid went missing from a preschool.
- Dean Winchester: That sucks. And?
- Sam Winchester: And at the same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe 20 seconds, then, uh... shazam! Back to perfect weather.
- Dean Winchester: Hmm. And they pooh-pooh climate change.
- Delta Mendota: I don't suppose you'd tell me the recipe for these bombs?
- Linda Tran: You know the rules. "Casual encounters." That means no questions asked.
- Kevin Tran: No, Mom, that's another part of Craigslist.
- Crowley: I hope the ruckus down the hall wasn't too off-putting. Construction standards aren't what they were during the Inquisition.
- Delta Mendota: I did good, didn't I, your majesty?
- Crowley: Yes, very.
- [Zaps her away]
- Crowley: Presumptuous twit.
- Sam Winchester: [Checking to see if she's a demon] Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus...
- Miss Hagar: Excuse me?
- Dean Winchester: It's, uh, code for your own safety so that you can't reveal anything under enhanced interrogation.
- Linda Tran: Your mother must be so proud.
- Delta Mendota: She is. Of course, with my sister, the bar ain't real high.
- Dean Winchester: Hey.
- Sam Winchester: You look like you've--well, I was gonna say, "You look like you've seen a ghost", but you'd probably be stoked.
- Linda Tran: Listen, you little skank. In the service industry, you always deliver the goods, then you get paid. Even hookers know that.
- Delta Mendota: Hmm. Says you. See, my sister's a hooker. So hookers get paid first, and *then* you get the goods.
- Kevin Tran: [Reading tablet] The next is... "The demonic influence on the collective tapestry of the soul."
- Crowley: Blah blah blah. Doesn't anyone ever edit this stuff? So far as a writer, God's a snooze. No fun at parties, I hear.
- Kevin Tran: From, the archangel,Metatron.
- Crowley: The scribe... and suck-up. Took down God's word, picked up His cleaning.
- Crowley: Well, I suppose there's no reason to keep torturing you, then.
- [Stabs him again]
- Samandriel: Ahhhh!
- Crowley: [Smiles evilly] Sorry. Once you get going, it's really hard to stop.
- Kevin Tran: This is different. It's... it's not text. It's like a personal note?
- Crowley: A personal note from God?
- Kevin Tran: From... the archangel; Metatron.
- Crowley: Possibly a long shot. Does this mean anything to you?
- [Holds up tablet]
- Future Prophet #1: I don't read Chinese.
- Crowley: Talk about the dumbing down of America.
- Castiel: [Dean, Castiel and Benny are searching for the portal out of Purgatory] Maybe you were lied to. Maybe there is no seam.
- Benny: I lie, I don't get lied to.
- [pause]
- Benny: Are you guys all about faith?
- Castiel: Not particularly.
- Benny: [the three look up suddenly and see the portal pulsing and opening]
- [Smiles]
- Benny: Oh ye of friggin' little faith.
- Dean Winchester: What the hell...?
- Castiel: [to Dean] There it is. It's reacting to you.
- Dean Winchester: [Looks over at Benny, who nods in recognition of their agreement] All right, you ready? Just like we talked about.
- [Rolls up sleeve and forms a cut in his forearm]
- Benny: Lotta trust in ya, brother.
- Dean Winchester: You earned it.
- [Grabs Benny's arm and forms a cut]
- Benny: [Linking arms with Dean] I'll see you on the other side.
- Dean Winchester: Conjuncti Sumus, Unum Sumus.