With Crowley poised to undo all the good they've ever done as hunters, Sam and Dean find themselves cornered. But with Kevin's help, the Winchester brothers bound into one last play against The Demon King. Metatron initiates a plan with Castiel to take on Naomi and the bureaucracy of Heaven.
Jody: It's not a date until I've cried.
Dean: On the grounds that you're a douchebag and no douchebag should have that much power.
Crowley: First I need to hear two little words, I surrender.
Dean: You hit the demon tablet underneath the devil, seriously?
Dean: Alright, listen, this is a secret lair, you understand me? No keggers.
Castiel: What was he like?
Metatron: Who, god? Well pretty much as you would expect; larger than life, gruff, a bit of a sexist, but fair, eminently fair.
Castiel: No killing?
Metatron: No killing.
Dean: You show us yours and we show you ours.
Crowley: Really Dean, I'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here and you want to talk dangly bits?
Dean: Ya, I'm sure there's no hidden agendas in there.
Crowley: Nice try Squirrel. Moose is doing the trials, Moose signs.
Dean: You're going to move you lips all the way up here, aren't ya?
Dean: Demonic handcuffs, jackass. No flicking, no teleporting, no smoking out, oh and no deal, which pretty much means that you're our bitch.
Sam: You're the third trial, Crowley.
Castiel: Would you say you're looking for a partner in crime, or uh, someone who's into nurse roleplay and light domination?
Metatron: You're not the most subtle tool in the shed, are you?
Kevin: Is this a joke?
Castiel: No, it's the word of god.
Castiel: Do you really think it's wise to be drinking on the job?
Dean: What show you been watching?
Dean: So this is it, E.T. goes home.
Dean: Holy crud, this is like the first five minutes of every porno I've ever seen.
Crowley: How we doing, moose? Ain't it about time for the next love injection.
Crowley: Did you really think that you could kidnap the King of Hell and no one was going to notice, numbnuts?
Dean: Talk first, stab later.
Crowley: I deserve to be loved! I just want to be loved.
Crowley: Where do I start to even look, for forgiveness, I mean.
Dean: If you finish this trial, you're dead Sam.
Dean: Listen man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay hell I know I've sent some junk to send you back on your heels, but Sam, come on!
Dean: I'm willing to let this bastard, and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you, don't you dare think that there is anything past or present that I wouldn't put in front of you.
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