- Castiel: [Referring to a code written above a door to an old building] It's Enokian. I believe it's some sort of riddle. Why is six afraid of seven? Now... I assume it's because... seven is a prime number. And prime numbers can be intimidating.
- Sam Winchester: It's because seven ate nine.
- [the door opens]
- Castiel: It's word play. And the answer is the key like the Doors of Durin in Lord of the Rings.
- Sam Winchester: Wait a second. You know about The Lord of the Rings?
- Castiel: I'm very pop culture savvy now.
- Hannah: Sir, this morning, Josiah wasn't at roll call.
- Sam Winchester: Uh, roll call? You... hold a roll call?
- Castiel: They like to hear me say their names.
- Dean Winchester: I know a couple of women like that.
- Hannah: I know what Tessa was planning... it's horrible, but there's only one person who can... punish her.
- Dean Winchester: Lemme guess.
- [Holds his hand at about shoulder height]
- Dean Winchester: Yay big. Trench coat. Sensible shoes?
- Dr. Flagstaff: Can I go? I have lives to save.
- Dean Winchester: Welcome to the club.
- [She laughes]
- Dean Winchester: Something funny?
- Dr. Flagstaff: Not funny, ha ha. But, you. Thinking you *help* people. It's amusing. *I* help people. Clogged artery here. Tumor there. I do good in this world. You...
- [She continues as his face hardens]
- Dr. Flagstaff: You believe every problem can be solved with a gun. You play the hero, but underneath the hype, you're a killer with oceans of blood on his hands. I *hate* men like you.
- Dean Winchester: Mm.
- [His face fills with rage. Then he leaps up, throws the table aside, pushes her back onto the floor in her chair and holds an angel blade to her throat]
- Dean Winchester: Honey? There ain't no other men like me.
- Hannah: Tessa?
- [to Dean]
- Hannah: What are you doing?
- Dean Winchester: [to Tessa] You wanna tell her?
- [Getting no response from Tessa, Dean pulls the neck of her shirt aside just enough to see the spell carved into her skin, proving she planned a suicide killing]
- Hannah: Oh, God.
- Tessa: There's no God. Only Castiel.
- Dean Winchester: Oh, and you're done.
- Sam Winchester: So. We gonna... Are we gonna talk about this or what?
- Dean Winchester: About what? Yeah. I lied. But you were being an infant.
- Sam Winchester: Wow. Even for you, that apology sucked.
- Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm not apologizing. I'm telling you how it's gonna be.
- Sam Winchester: [Desperate to get through to his brother] Dean. That blade...
- Dean Winchester: That blade is the only thing that can kill Metatron. And I am the only one who can use it! So, from here on out, I'm callin' the shots. Capice?
- [Sam is so angry and worried for Dean, he can only stare at him]
- Dean Winchester: Look, until I jam that blade through that douche bag's heart, we are not a team. This is a dictatorship. Now, you don't hafta like it, but that's how it's gonna be.
- Tessa: I'll tell you a secret. There's more out there. Like me. So many more.
- Dean Winchester: You got names?
- Tessa: [Smiling] That would ruin all the fun.
- Dean Winchester: No. No, see...
- [Pulls the First Blade from behind his back]
- Dean Winchester: The fun's just gettin' started.
- Tessa: [Shocked at seeing the blade] Dean, what have you done?
- Dean Winchester: What I had to.
- Tessa: Welcome to the club.
- [She grabs his shoulders and pushes herself into the blade. Dean is shocked. She looks into his eyes]
- Tessa: Thank you.
- [She pushes the blade home and dies. Dean takes a deep breath as power and calm from another use of the blade sinks in]
- Metatron: I-I don't get this whole Cass love fest, either. I'm offering our people a way home, and still - still, they're choosing him over me. I mean sure, he's cute. And Castiel has this simple... charm. He's like a mentally deficient puppy.