Castiel: No, I. Dean told me to go, the woman-
Mary: The one you lost!?
Castiel: I didn’t… I thought she-
Mary: Stop making excuses! Why if they needed help, why didn’t they call me?
Castiel: Six weeks, two days and ten hours.
Mary: We’ll find them Castiel. We will. Until then, we’ll just… We’re doing our best.
Mary: No.
Castiel: The women with their throats ripped out and blood drained.
Mary: Vampire.
Castiel: I saw it on the news and thought, ‘that’s the sort of thing Sam and Dean would investigate. They would roll into town. Save the day. Kill the monsters.’ But with them gone. I tried to work the case. I tried. But I don’t know what I did wrong. I-I asked questions. But, maybe they were the wrong people and the wrong questions, and I just… never found it. I never found the monster, never even got close. And three more women died before I left town. Before I ran away.
Castiel: I don’t know. We may want back up. Crowley, Rowena.
Mary: The King of Hell, and his mother, the witch? Hope we can do better than that.
Mick: Mrs. Winchester. Mary. I came to this country to do one thing. Make friends. But you American hunters, you’re-you’re a different breed than our sort. You’re surly, suspicious, you don’t play well with others.
Castiel: Well, that is accurate.
Mick: You don’t trust people you don’t know, even when they come bearing gifts. Now I can’t help that, but I can help you. And if word were to get out that we did our part to save Sam and Dean Winchester, well that’s just good business. Innit? And who knows? When all this is over, we might even be friends.
Dean: We’re not trapped out here with you. You’re trapped out here with us.
Dean: Now you can take that and do what you want with it, but if you come after us. You know what will happen.
Camp: Who are you?
Sam: We’re the guys that save the world.
Dean: We were already dead. Being locked in that cell, with nothing. I’ve been to Hell, this was worse.
Sam: At least this way one of us gets to keep fighting.
Billie: We made a pact bound in blood. You break that, there’s consequences on a cosmic scale.”
Castiel: What had to be done. You know this world? This sad, doomed little world? It needs you. It needs every last Winchester it can get, and I won’t let you die. I won’t let any of you die. And I won’t let you sacrifice yourselves, you mean too much to me. To everything. Yeah, you made a deal. A stupid deal, and I broke it. You’re welcome.
Mary: I’m listening.