Drexel: Fourth Prince of Hell.
Asmodeus: Here to rule until such time until Lucifer returns with his son, and there’s gonna be some changes. The underperforming and ineffective, the corporate lackeys of the Crowley era are being purged. The grand ol’ days of fire and brimstone are back. The following will step forward: Mr. Drexel, Mr. Harrington, Mr. Sierra. As for the rest of ya’ll… There’s a new sheriff in town.
Dean: Do I ever want you to drive?
Jack: Three days, seventeen hours, and forty-two minutes.
Jack: Is that why Dean hates me?Sam: Dean doesn’t hate you. It — look sometimes the wires in Dean’s head get crossed, and — and he gets frustrated, and then he mixes frustration with anger and — and fear.
Jack: Why would he be afraid?
Sam: Because Dean feels like it’s his job to protect everyone, and right now we need to protect you. But we also we may need to protect people from you.
Jack: Maybe I’m not worth all this.
Sam: Your mom thought you were. So did Cas. So do I
Mary: You think I want you to win?
Dean: Oh, okay. Please tell me what’s going on here?
Sam: You. Thinking that Mom is gone and Cas is gone and that Jack can’t be saved. Dean, after everything we’ve gone through, we just lost people we love. People who have been in our lives a long time, everything’s upside down. I get it. But we’ve been down before, I mean rock bottom. But we find a way and fix it, because that’s what we do. And Jack wants to do the right thing, Jack’s scared to death of who he is and he’s scared of you.
Lucifer: You know alternate universes, inter-dimensional travel, blah, blah, blah. It’s her fault. I buy that you’re Michael. But you sorta seem like a cheap knockoff to the one I left behind. And he’s a hot mess.
Michael: I killed my Lucifer. Tore him apart in the skies over Abilene. But hey, can’t get enough of a good thing.
Dean: No. No, whatever that was, that was reflex. That was a sneeze. Maybe the next time he sneezes, he kills us.
Jack: Exactly. What the hell am I? I can’t control… whatever this is. I will hurt someone.
Dean: You know my brother thinks you can be saved.
Jack: You don’t believe that.
Dean: No, I don’t.
Jack: So, if you’re right?
Dean: If I’m right, and it comes to killing you. I’ll be the one to do it.