|EPISODE 502: GOOD GOD Y'ALL
|Dean: (about Bobby) We gotta cheer him up. Maybe I'll give him a back rub.|
|Castiel: There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the Apocalypse.
Sam: Who's that?
Castiel: The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God.
(pause; the brothers look at him, disbelieving)
Castiel: I'm gonna find God.
|Castiel: (furious) I killed two angels this week. Those are my brothers. I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for *you*, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world, and I lost everything... for nothing.
(Dean and Sam look uncomfortable)
Castiel: So keep... your opinions... to yourself.
|Sam: Demons don't get cold. Makes you wonder what they're burning.|
|Jo: Give me back my mom, you black-eyed b*tch!|
|Priest: Wait, wait, just back up -- it's the apocalypse?!|
|Roger/Horseman: (to Sam) You're my poster boy!|
|Sam: I know you don’t trust me. It’s just… now I realize something. I don’t trust me, either. From the minute I saw that blood, the only thought in my head… and, and I tell myself it’s for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath, I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. The thing is, the problem’s not the demon blood, not really. I mean, what I did, I can’t blame the blood, or Ruby, or… anything. The problem’s me. How far I’ll go. There’s something in me that… scares the hell out of me, Dean. In the last couple days, I caught another glimpse.
Dean: So, what are you sayin’?
Sam: I’m in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back, ‘cause I’m dangerous. Maybe it’s best we just… go our separate ways.
Dean: I think you're right. (Sam makes a face) What?
Sam: I expected a fight.
Dean: Fact is, I spend more time worrying about you than doing the job. I can't afford that right now.
|Dean: Try New Mexico, I hear God is on a tortilla.
Castiel: No, God is not on flatbread.
|Rufus: I'm getting too old for this.|
|Rufus: I said stop firing! That usually means, stop firing.|
|Dean: This isn't the X-Files, pal.|
|Sam: Oh, that’s right, I forgot: you think I’ll take one look at a demon and suddenly fall off the wagon, as if, after everything, I haven’t learned my lesson.
Dean: Well, have you?
Sam: (shoving Dean hard back into the wall) If you actually think I …!
|Sam: You don’t want me going out there.
Dean: I didn’t say that.
Sam: Around demons.
Dean: I didn’t say that!
Sam: Fine – then let’s go. ... I’ll get the salt. You get the guns.
Dean: We’ll go together.
Sam: Dean, it’s right there. Can we at least do this like professionals?
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