Charlie: Hey, what’s up? Have you seen Sam or Dean Winchester?
Castiel: I have not been in a single episode with you so, no, I will not share the whereabouts of the Winchester brothers.
“I don’t fight anymore. I watch the bees.”
-Castiel “Reading is Fundimental”
Sam: “I’m not going to live this life forever. Bobby, when this is all over, I want to go my own way.”
Bobby: *sigh* Son, how many times do I got to tell ya, you don’t pick this life, it picks you.
Castiel: See, here is the part where the bag over the head would work quite nicely.
Bobby: Heh..yeah…poor kid.
Sam: Bag? What are you talking about? Me? I don’t get it!
Bobby: Ya know what I don’t get? Art! What’s the deal with everyone loving art?!
Castiel: Well, you know what I don’t get? Sam! What’s the deal with all the whining and complaining all the time? Wah wah wah!
Bobby: Dean should take Sam, and put him in a tiny house, this tiny.
Castiel: He can still whine and complain though…
Castiel: I know, put him in the tiny house, with a bag over his head so we can’t hear his complaining…
Bobby: Sounds good.
Castiel: I am a genius.
Bobby: Well I wouldn’t go that far….
Bobby: Ya know, those boys used to come to me for everything before you come along. Now we have one of ‘em actually praying to you…
Castiel: I doubt anyone could replace you Bobb…wait …what?!
Off in the other room….
Dean: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his feathery butt over here and make me a sandwich.