Misha Collins credited as playing...
Castiel
- Dean Winchester: Hey, there. So, Cas, what's, uh, what's the word?
- Castiel: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys... are so clever, and their sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?
- Dean Winchester: Not very.
- Crowley: Now, what do you have to say for yourself?
- Castiel: Well, I'm still honing my communication strategy. I-I haven't even been back to Heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really.
- Crowley: What are you talking about?
- Castiel: Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here.
- [Holds up baggie]
- Castiel: I can offer a token, if you like. It's honey. I-I collected it myself.
- Crowley: You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker! Is that it? Heh, karma's a bitch isn't it?
- Dean Winchester: Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges, or to help us get Dick? Pick a battle!
- Crowley: Well, I'm vexed. I'd *like* to do both! But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose.
- Castiel: So, none of this should cause you no any ill effect. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and the tomato and - and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I... slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You need your strength.
- Dean Winchester: Thanks, Cas.
- Dean Winchester: Hey Shifty, what's your problem?
- Castiel: Do we need a cat? Doesn't this place feel one species short?
- Dean Winchester: You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks?
- Dean Winchester: Last I remember, we ganked Dick.
- Castiel: And where would *he* go in death?
- Dean Winchester: Wait. Are you telling me...?
- Castiel: Every soul here is a monster. This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity.
- Dean Winchester: We're in purgatory? How do we get out?
- Castiel: I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds.
- Dean Winchester: Cas, I think we better go...
- [Castiel vanishes]
- Dean Winchester: Cas?
- Castiel: You know, Leviathan can kill angels. There's a reason my Father locked them in purgatory. They're the... piranha that would eat the whole aquarium.
- Crowley: Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?
- Castiel: I... don't know.
- Crowley: Well, you want to be? 'Cause I can help with that.
- Dean Winchester: All right, enough.
- Crowley: It's enough when I say. I came here to help you. I've found out you've been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just *any* angel - the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.
- Meg: Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?
- Crowley: You bore me. You know that? You have no sense of poetry.
- Castiel: I'm not good luck, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth and you're the only guy left on the bench... Sorry, but I'd rather have you. Cursed or not
- Castiel: If we attack Dick and fail, then you and Sam die heroically, correct?
- Dean Winchester: I don't know. I guess.
- Castiel: And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or... I don't die - I'm brought back again. I see now. It's a punishment resurrection. It's worse every time.
- Dean Winchester: Where's Kevin?
- Castiel: I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?
- Dean Winchester: Hey! Focus.