Caitlin: Hey, that thing. Were you scared?
Dean: Always am.
Caitlin: You HAVE changed. The old you never would have admitted that.
Dean: I'm not sure that's a good thing.
Caitlin: I think so. What do they say about getting older? You tell the truth more because you know that lies, they don't make anything better.
Dean: I'm sorry, Caitlin, but that thing? It's not here.
Caitlin: You've changed. Back then, you believed him, even before I did.
We barely go to school, so if you think some place like that is going to let a dumbass like you in? Come on. This, Sammy, this is our life.Dean
Cas: What are you doing?
Jack: I'm looking up Connor online. Like Sam always says, when in doubt, try social media!
Cas: Oh yeah. I did that once. There were so many cat photos, it was just ... there were too many cats.
Jack: Well, I have more dads than most, and I just always feel like I'm letting all of them down.
Girl: You're sweet, Jack. Put your faith in God, not in people.
Amara: I wanted two things for you, Dean. I wanted you to see that your mother was just a person, that the myth that you'd held onto for so long, a life where she'd lived, was just that -- a myth. I wanted you to see that the real, complicated Mary was better than your childhood dream because she was real, that now is always better than then. That you could finally start to accept your life.
Dean [tears in his eyes]: Hm. And the second thing?
Amara: I thought having her back would release you, let that fire out. Your anger. But I guess we both know that I failed at that.
Dean: You're damned right. Look at you. Just another cosmic dick rigging the game. You're just like your brother.
Amara: It was a gift, Dean, not a trial!
Wait. Are angels solving people crimes now? Like Highway to Heaven, though murder or something? Because I would watch that show.Zack
Dean: I'm not angry, Amara. I'm furious to know that all my life I've been nothing but a hamster in a wheel stuck in a story! And you know whose fault that is? Chuck's! And it ain't just me. We're all trapped. Sam, and Cas, and Jack, and even you! And you want to talk about the people that he's killing right now?
Dean: Why? He's not stopping! And you're doing nothing to stop it! You think he gives a rat's ass about you? Well, now who's living in a dream world?
Amara: Can I trust you?
Dean: I would never hurt you.
Amara: Then, I'll think about it.
Dean: Oh! Mrs. B, when it's my birthday, can I put in the request to have the, uh, Rice Krispie treats?
Mrs. Butters: Oh. Dear, at your age, I wouldn't think you'd want to celebrate your birthday.
Mrs. Butters: Oh. How you've lived in this filth is beyond me.
Dean: Lady, who the hell are you?!
Mrs. Butters: Oh! Language.
Oh. Dang it. Dang it? DAMMIT! Language, my ass.Dean
Did you ever think that Sam and Dean keep you here, closed in, secure because they're scared you'll do to someone else what you did to their mother? Now that I'm here, they'll never have to worry about you again.Mrs. Butters