Sam and Dean reunite with Castiel. Digging through the Men of Letters' files, they stumble upon an undiscovered film which could be the key to the third trial. Metatron enlists Cass to mull over problems at home. Meanwhile, Crowley digs into Sam and Dean's past.
Sam: I'd give us a few months, Dean wants to get us a ping-pong table.
Sam: A half drunk beer, uh, jerky and, three peanut butter cups?
Dean: So you can take your little apology and cram it up your ass.
Dean: Well that was weird, with three exclamation points.
Castiel: Sam is more damaged than I am.
Dean: Well short story is, Sammy there is going to take whatever shredded your friend and every other black-eyed bitch out there, and he's gonna get rid of them, for good.
Metatron: Put the virgin down Castiel.
Metatron: Picture it, we ride to the rescue, save the day. It'd make a great story.
Max Thompson: When you crawled into Mr. Kent, and ate his children, how did it feel?
Dean: Ya, I think it's time to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Metatron: Shoulda picked a better looking vessel.
Abbadon: Morning sunshines.
Abbadon: This is a joke, right?
Crowley: I'm killing everyone you've ever saved.
Sam: I know this is insane, but insane is kinda what we do.
Dean: You son of a bitch!
Crowley: Son of a witch, actually.
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