- Sam Winchester: You feel that? I think I felt a chill.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah. It's cuz it's cold.
- [holding his cell, leaving a voicemail]
- Dean Winchester: Crowley. It's Dean. Call me when you get this.
- Sam Winchester: Really, Dean?
- Dean Winchester: What?
- Sam Winchester: That's your third unanswered voicemail. You ever think... maybe he's just not that into you?
- Dean Winchester: Well, his is our last confirmed link to Miss Tran. Yes, he is a flaming douche. But, at least we know he's real which is more than we can say for this Candy no show.
- Kevin Tran: Hey, before I go, would you guys promise me something?
- Dean Winchester: Yeah.
- Sam Winchester: Anything.
- Kevin Tran: Can you two... get over it? Dudes. Just cuz you couldn't see me doesn't mean I couldn't see you. The drama? The fighting? It's stupid. My Mom's taking home a ghost. You two... you're both still here.
- Sam Winchester: Of course. Promise.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah.
- Kevin Tran: Good.
- [He leaves]
- Dean Winchester: Well, that was-
- [turns to see Sam leaving the room]
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, okay.
- Del: [Mocking Crowley's voice] "Trust me," he says. "You definitely want to be a part of this, a chance to get in on the ground floor of my operation, a real learning experience. Consider it a stepping stone, my lad -- like an internship." Should've known. Internships suck.
- Sam Winchester: I dug up some stuff on Candy. Turns out she was the kept woman of a powerful Congressman. Gossip blog said he worshiped the ground she walked on, literally. He, uh -- had a foot fetish.
- Dean Winchester: She died here?
- Sam Winchester: Yeah.
- Dean Winchester: Dude, what got her? A bear?
- Sam Winchester: I'm still stuck on the fact that we're trying to summon a ghost named "Candy".
- Dean Winchester: It's all leased by the same guy -- a D. Webster.
- Sam Winchester: D. Webster? Wait. As in, like, Daniel Webster?
- Dean Winchester: Well, I know a lame Crowley in-joke when I see one.
- Dean Winchester: Why aren't you in heaven? I mean, if anybody deserves an express pass to paradise-...
- Kevin Tran: I couldn't. I can't. No one can. Heaven's closed for business. Everyone who's died since the angels fell are just stuck inside the veil, waiting. And it's bad in here. Like DMV-line-times-infinity bad.
- Dean Winchester: Crowley wanted the victims alive.
- Sam Winchester: So, what, you want to give him a medal? I mean, Crowley's the one who put them in the cells in the first place.
- Castiel: I don't want to fight. But if I have to, I will.
- First Angel: I didn't come to fight. When I fell, I thought I had no choice, but yesterday, you've showed me that there is a choice. And I choose you.
- Del: The boss, M.I.A. Too important to show for work, to even return my calls. And you know the worst part? I wasn't even allowed to kill anyone. I was told to *protect* them. I mean, how sick is that? Am I not a young, vital demon with basic demon needs and rights?
- Dean Winchester: Me and Crowley, we're tight now. Thick as thieves. Saw him just last month. We had a grand ol' time.
- Del: So, that's where he's been. Out partying with humans, with hunters? While I languish here in this go-nowhere, no-kill joke of a job!
- Dean Winchester: ..."Partying" is a bit of an exaggeration.
- Del: This job blows!
- [He rips off his nametag]
- Del: I quit!
- Kevin Tran: No, this is not happening. Didn't spend months struggling to break through the veil just to get stuck listening to Dean Winchester having a self-pity session. Didn't hear enough of those when I was alive.
- Sam Winchester: We cremated Bobby, too, and he came back.
- Dean Winchester: I'm telling you -- this ghost, it's not Kevin.
- [Suddenly the coffeemaker starts spazzing, lights and dings going off]
- Sam Winchester: Kevin?
- Dean Winchester: [a mug explodes] Ooh.