Dean: Okay let me just get this straight. So, we beat the Brits, we kicked their psycho tea swilling asses. And instead of popping champagne and heading to Vegas, we get Lucifer.
Lucifer: Oh, if you’re looking for Rowena, she is presently indisposed. Which is a delicate way of saying I stomped on her face until the white meat showed, and then set her on fire just in case. Oh, gingers. It was messy and screamy, but it had to be done, Sam. I’m about to be a Dad, can’t raise the little nipper from a jail cell now can I? Speaking of, you know where your little pail Castiel is?
Dean / Mary: Seriously?
Sam: He worked the Cage spell with Rowena, maybe he could help us.
Mary: What if he can’t.
Sam: Well, then we kill him.
Crowley: I wanted to win. I perverted Mother’s spell, put Lucifer in a vessel of my own making because I wanted to win. You have any idea how many people have made a play for my throne over the years? Lucifer, Abaddon, blah-blah-blah-blah. I thought if I could put the Devil on a leash, my own personal nuke. No one would ever dare challenge me again.
Crowley: Well, whenever there is a world ending crisis at hand, I know where to place my bets. It’s on you. You big beautiful lumbering piles of flannel. So if you’ll forgive my transgression, I’ll make it worth your wile.
Dean: Which means?
Crowley: After we put Lucifer back in his Cage, together. I’ll seal the Gates of Hell. You’ll never see another demon again, apart from of course, yours truly.
Mary: You would do that?
Crowley: Why not? They stab me in the back, I’ll happily stab them in the front, the sides and right up their little black-eyed asses. So, do we have a deal?
Sam: I don’t know. I gotta say a hole in reality to a bombed out apocalypse world. I’m gonna go with eleven.
Dean: Sounds right.
Bobby: The only Winchester I ever heard of was John.
Sam: Yeah, John Winchester. Our father.
Bobby: Doubt it. He’s dead, been dead over forty years now. The only reason I know about him, is this hunter I ran with Mary Campbell, you get a few pints of shine into her, she always told the same story about the man she loved – John Winchester. Azazel killed her about ten years ago.
Sam: Cas, what the the hell is this?
Castiel: This is a world where you were never born. It’s a world you never saved.
Sam: And you do?
Bobby: It’s my hobby and my passion. So, I figure it’s only a matter of time before the dicks upstairs get wind of this. And when they show, me and Rufus go to work. He’s loaded with a hundred rounds, cast from old angel blades.
Crowley: You’re right. It is personal. You humiliated me. I-I hate you, deeply, truly. And I’m gonna enjoy wiping that smug, self-satisfied look off your face. Personally.
Lucifer: You mean this one? Come on, Crowley. You know whatever you try, you’re gonna lose.
Crowley: You’re right. Bye, boys.