"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."
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