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Sam: “Dude, quit ironing my shirts with beer.”
Metatron: “This is some kind of punishment, isn’t it? For my sins. A limbo where I get to spend eternity in a crappy bar with a hack writer.”
Metatron: “I have trudged through your complete oeuvre, published and unpublished. Of the metric ton of books I’ve read in my lifetime, Supernatural didn’t even crack the top ten…thousand.”
Chuck: “You didn’t like any of it? Not even ‘Home’ or ‘All Hell Breaks Loose’?”
Metatron: “Way too much melodrama.”
Metatron: “You. God.”
Metatron: “I didn’t mean what I said about Supernatural. It’s underrated, due for a reboot.”
Chuck: “All the kneeling and stuff, it’s always made me deeply uncomfortable.”
Chuck: “I’ve been super busy. Traveled. Started a blog, mostly just pictures of cats. They’re so cute. Oh, I signed up for Snapchat.”
Chuck: “I started a new series of books: Revolution! But I don’t think it’s going anywhere.”
Metatron: “Revolution, Supernatural, maybe titles aren’t your thing.”
Chuck: “You know what humanity’s greatest creation has been? Music. That and nacho cheese, even I couldn’t have dreamt up that deliciousness.”
Metatron: “You want to get the old band back together. Lennon and McCartney ride again.”
Chuck: “Well, I’m kind of Lennon AND McCartney.”
Chuck: “The last time I saw that look on an editor’s face, I just handed in ‘Bugs.’”
Chuck: “’In the beginning there was me.’ Boom, detail. And what a grabber. I mean, I’m hooked and I was there.”
Chuck: I did some great stuff as Chuck. I mean, I told you about my blog.
Metatron: Right, right. Your cat pic blog.
Chuck: Yeah. They’re super cute. So there’s that. And I traveled, a lot, you know. And I dated. I had some girlfriends, had a few boyfriends. Oh, I learned how to play guitar.
Metatron: “That makes you seem like a really grounded, likeable person”
Chuck: “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
Metatron: “You are neither grounded nor a person.”
Chuck: “So you’re saying I’m likeable.”
Metatron: “When you asked him to bow to mankind, he rebelled. And in doing so, kind of wrecked Christmas.”
Chuck: “I don’t have a soul.”
Metatron: “Right, but you invented them. You invented souls. Souls! Try shining a light on that. How did that make you feel?”
Metatron: You know what? No. That is not G-O-D talking, that’s Chuck talking. And I get it. When you were on Earth you had to go full method. Well, it’s time for you to get back into character.
Deputy Harris: It’ll all be over soon. He’s not going to save them. It’s all going away, forever. But not you Dean.
Metatron: “The guy I worked for, total bad-ass. And yes, he could be a dick. Now that guy had some stories to tell. And he has a lot to answer for.”
Metatron: “Chapter 10: Why I Never Answers Prayers and You Should Be Glad I Don’t. And Chapter 11: The Truth About Divine Intervention and Why I Avoid It at All Costs.”
Metatron: “Why did you create life?”
Chuck: “I was lonely.”
Metatron: “Your sister wasn’t company enough?”
Chuck: “I am being, she’s nothingness. It’s not exactly the makings of a fun two-hander.”
Chuck: “I was stupid, naïve. I thought that if I could show my sister that there was something more than just us, something better than us, then maybe she’d maybe she’d change. Maybe she’d stop being her. But every time I’d build a new world, she’d destroy it.”
Chuck: “This was as close as I got to something as good as or better than me or my sister. Look what nature created on its own. What’s more, nature’s smart enough to know that sometimes there’s no fixing things. Sometimes you just have to wipe the slate clean.”
Chuck: “Nature, divine. Human nature, toxic.”
Chuck: You know I love those guys, but the world would still be spinning with demon Dean in it. But Sam couldn’t have that, though, could he? And so how is Amara being out on me?
Metatron: It’s not. But you’ve helped the Winchesters before.
Chuck: Helped them? I’ve saved them. I’ve rebuilt Castiel more times than I can remember. Look where that got me.
Metatron: So you’re just gonna let Amara win?
Chuck: Eh, it’s her time to shine.
Chuck: “This gift is super cute.”
Metatron: “I was a crappy, terrible God. My work was pretty much a lame, half-assed rewrite of your greatest hits. But at least I was never a coward.”
Chuck: “I’ve been called many things. Absentee father, wrathful monster. But coward? I’m not hiding. I am just done watching my experiments’ failures.”
Metatron: “You are light, beauty, creation, wrath, damnation and salvation.”
Metatron: “You want to write the best-selling autobiography of all time, you explain to me — tell me why you abandoned me. Us.”
Chuck: “Because you disappointed me. You all disappointed me.”
Metatron: “No, look. I know I’m a disappointment, but you’re wrong about humanity. They are your greatest creation because they’re better than you are. Yeah, sure, they’re weak and they cheat and steal and… destroy and disappoint. But they also give and create and they sing and dance and love. And above all, they never give up. But you do.”
Sam: “We’re not gonna make it.”
Dean: “No-no-no. There’s no quittin’ here.”
Sam: “We were never gonna make it.”
Dean: “Sam that’s not you talking, it’s the fog.”
Sam: “You’re gonna choose Amara. Over me. Over everything.”
Dean: “Sam, No!”
Sam: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I can’t fight this, you gotta go. You gotta get out before you get infected. Before I hurt you.”
Dean: “No. I’m not leaving you, ever! Stop this! You hear me, you dick?”
Chuck: “We should probably talk.”