Οι καλύτερες ατάκες του επεισοδίου με τίτλο 15×17 Unity γεμάτο με αποκαλύψεις, εξάρσεις και ανατροπές…
Sam: Oh, Chuck’s “Death Book,” right? Come on, man! Blindly following orders?! Lying to Amara, sending her to her death? Does any of this feel right to you?!
Dean: It doesn’t matter how we feel! You know what? Stay. Stay. But somebody’s gotta be the grownup here.
Sam: Yeah, well, someone has to keep fighting for Jack.
Dean: He knows what he signed up for!
Sam: Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.
Dean: Jack’s not family. I know how you feel about the kid, okay. I care for him, too. I do. But he’s not like you. He’s not like Cas. He’s just not.
Castiel: Sam. Stayed behind to find another way, huh? I would’ve done the same.
Chuck: Okay… what do you want?
Amara: Balance… something we’ve never tried before… creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world… this world. True balance. The way it was always meant to be. Hmm. But you can’t. You only care about your pleasure. Your story. Well, I guess that makes you the villain.
Chuck: Villains get all the best lines.
Sam: Billie wants to take over?
Cosmic Entity: Become the new God. Classic narcissist, right? She’s all tingly for the rules, the good old days.
Sam: What is that supposed to mean?
Cosmic Entity: Everyone back to where they belong, realities, dimensions, graves. What should be dead dies, angels off Earth, demons back to Hell and I go back to sleep. Or I’m supposed to. Except, again, trust issues. But you, you’re Sam Winchester. You’re in God’s book.
Castiel: It’s Amara. She’s here, with Chuck. It’s time.
Sam: No, no, no. Cas, we can’t let that happen. We have to stop it.
Sam: But listen, Jack takes out God and Amara it will create a power vacuum that Billie will fill. This was all her power grab!
Castiel: Wait, Death wants to become God?
Dean: As long as Chuck dies, I’m good.
Amara: You orchestrated this?
Chuck: What part of omniscient do you people not understand? So I can’t read my Death book. So what? I control space and time. Just plant a few visions, goad Death a little… mess with a few outcomes. And… bada-bing. I mean… They think they can kill me?
Dean: Chuck has to die. He has to! Otherwise He’ll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can’t live like that, man! I can’t live that! I won’t!
Sam: I know you feel like that right now, I know you do. But you gotta trust me. My entire life, you’ve protected me — from Dad, from Lucifer, from everything. I didn’t always like it, you know, but… it’s the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known that was true. So please… put the gun away. Just put it away, and we’ll figure it out Dean, we’ll find another way, you and me. We always do.
Chuck: Are you kidding me?! After everything, all that, you — you did it again!
Castiel: Where’s Amara?
Chuck: Amara. Amara. She’s in here somewhere.
Castiel: What, you consumed your sister?
Chuck: We came to an understanding, so spare me your contempt Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday. You know what every other version of you did after “gripping him tight and raising him from Perdition?” They did what they were told. But not you. Not the “one off the line with a crack in his chassis.” All of you. You know, I tried and I tried and I tried, but you’re all just too stupid, too stubborn. Too broken. You know what? I’m over it. I’m over you.
Dean: Screw you, Chuck.
Chuck: No, screw you. You know what you do with broken toys? You throw them out. So, kill each other, don’t kill each other — I don’t care.
Castiel: What do you mean?
Chuck: I mean… have fun watching him die.