"Holy Tax Accountant"

"Castiel.. I'm an Angel of the Lord."

"I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in."

Dean: I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos.. you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks.

Castiel: Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier.

***

Dean: What the hell?

Castiel: Guess again.

"I serve Heaven, I don't serve Men. And I certainly don't serve you."

"I killed two angels this week. Those are my brothers. I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world, and I lost everything... for nothing. So keep. Your 'opinions'. To yourself."

Raphael: Castiel. I'm warning you, do not leave me here. I will find you.
Castiel: Maybe one day. But today you're my little bitch.

"I found a liquor store.. I drank it."


"I rebelled for this?! So you could surrender to them?! I gave up everything for you, and this is what you give to me?!"

"I owe you an apology. You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be."

Dean: Oh. Well, last night on Earth. What, What are your plans?

Castiel: I just thought I'd sit here quietly.

"I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... just wait for the inevitable blast wave."

"You pray too loud."

"HEY! ASSBUTT!"


Dean: You were gone for like two seconds. Where did you look?
Castiel: Everywhere.


"Sam, Dean, my 'people skills' are 'rusty'. Pardon me, but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent."
***

King of the Crossroads

Bobby: You're Crowley.

Crowley: In the flesh... of a moderately-successful literary agent from New York.

"So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough."

Dean: What happens to you if we go up against the Devil and lose?

Crowley: Number one, he's gonna wipe us all out anyway, two, after you leave here I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere, and three, HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MISS, OKAY? MORONS!

"Fancy a fag and a chat?"

"Nothing's changed.I still want the devil dead.. Well, one thing's changed, now the devil knows that I want him dead, which, by the way, makes me the most buggered son in all of creation."

"They burnt down my house. THEY ATE MY TAILOR!"

"Two months, under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and earth's got his eyes out for me! And yet here I am, last place I should be, in the road, talking to Sam and Dean Winchester, under a friggin' spotlight!"

Brady: What did you do?

Crowley: Went over to a demon's nest, had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch, though. Let one of the little toads live. Oops! Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are...wait for it... Lovers in League Against Satan....... Hello, darling.

***

Bobby: Word on the street is that ever since Lucifer went to the pokey, you’re the Big Kahuna downstairs.

Crowley: I see you’ve been reading the trades.

Bobby: Trouble in paradise?

Crowley: Mate. You have no idea. I thought when I got the corner office, it was all going to be rainbows and two-headed puppies. But if I'm being honest, it's been hell... You know what the problem with demons is?

Bobby: They're demons?

Crowley: Exactly. Evil, lying prats, the whole lot of them. They're stupid. You try to show them a new way, a better way, and what do you get? Bugger all! You know, there's days that I think Lucifer's whole "spike anything with black eyes" plan wasn't half bad. Hpph. Feels good to get it off my chest. We should make this a thing.

***

Dean: Did you really used to wear a skirt?

Crowley: A kilt. I had very athletic calves.

***

Sam: Dean. He's a dick, but a deal's a deal.

Crowley: I don't need you to fight my battles for me, moose. Get bent. 

***

Sam: Are you freakin' nuts?

Dean: Shut up for a second, Sam!

Crowley: SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU!
***

Chevy Chevy Lady

"On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville--a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches, the lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have. Because that 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car--no, the most important object--in pretty much the whole universe...

 The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important: The Army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray--it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents. to this day, heat comes on, and you can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs. Really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt it from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed. 'Cause it's the blemishes that made her beautiful..."

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You can dance-- every dance with the one who gives you the eye, let'em hold you tight.

You can smile-- every smile for the one who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight.

But don't forget who's takin' you home and in whose arms you're gonna be;

So darlin' save the last dance for me.. 

Oh I know that the music's fine, like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun.
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone.
Cause don't forget who's takin' you home and in whose arms you're gonna be;
So darlin' save the last dance for me..

You can dance, go and carry on, till the night is gone and it's time to go...
But don't forget who's takin' you home and in whose arms you're gonna be;
So darlin' save the last dance for me..
Save the last dance for me..