- Dean Winchester: So who named you Emanuel?
- Emanuel: Bouncybabynames.com.
- Dean Winchester: Well, it's working for you.
- Sam Winchester: Dean, we knew this was coming.
- Dean Winchester: No. No.
- Sam Winchester: When you put my soul back, Cass warned you about all the crap...
- Dean Winchester: Screw Cass! Quit being Dalai frickin' Yoda about this, okay? Get pissed!
- Sam Winchester: I'm too tired. This is what happens when you throw a soul into Lucifer's dog bowl. When you just think there's gonna be some cure up there?
- Lucifer: Oh, you guys are having a moment.
- Dean Winchester: How are you feeling?
- Sam Winchester: Maybe you should cancel my U.F.C. fight.
- Lucifer: Yeah. Keep that sense of humor, Sam. It'll get you through this.
- Sam Winchester: [to Marin; Lucifer blows through the salt circle] You're gonna have to do this on your own. It's okay. I'm okay. I'm just having a little...
- Lucifer: Brown acid moment.
- Sam Winchester: ...Dizzy thing. It'll pass.
- Lucifer: Definitely. When your heart stops.
- Doctor Kadinsky: We need to talk about surgical solutions.
- Sam Winchester: Surgical?
- Lucifer: Oooh, lobotomy?
- Doctor Kadinsky: It's okay. We're not talking lobotomy here.
- Lucifer: Darn.
- Emanuel: You're angry.
- Dean Winchester: Well, yeah. Dude broke my brother's head.
- Emanuel: He betrayed you, this "dude". He was your friend?
- Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, he's gone.
- Emanuel: Did you kill him?
- [Dean gives him a surprised look]
- Emanuel: I sense that you kill a lot of people..
- Marin: [to Sam] Your organs need sleep, you know. Your hair and nails are gonna fall out, and your kidneys are gonna shut down. I saw it in a movie.
- Sam Winchester: [Marin has a lighter] Nice. Where'd you score that?
- Marin: Grabbed it out of Marcus' pocket. Being locked up is really turning me into a decent criminal.
- Meg: You might remember Crowley and me were frosty back in the day? Well, times haven't changed.
- Dean Winchester: Good.
- Meg: That hurts my feelings.
- Sam Winchester: How long you been here?
- Marin: Five weeks and counting. Going for the record.
- Sam Winchester: How come?
- Marin: It doesn't matter.
- Sam Winchester: That's a lot of bandages for "it doesn't matter."
- Meg: So, Dean, what's poor, dead Castiel doing in that junker out there?
- Dean Winchester: Christmas caroling.
- Meg: Right now, rumors of this wandering healer are strictly low-level. But body count's getting high enough to change that. Folks start poking, they sniff angel dust.
- Meg: You can smite every demon in that lot.
- Emanuel: But I don't remember how.
- Dean Winchester: It's in there. I'm sure it's just like riding a bike.
- Emanuel: I don't know how to do that, either.
- Emanuel: I gather we know each other.
- Meg: Just a dollop.
- Emanuel: You can tell me. I'll be fine.
- Dean Winchester: How do you know? You just met yourself. I've known you for years.
- Marin: Come on. Tell me I'm young and have everything to live for.
- Sam Winchester: Why would you believe me?
- Marin: True.
- Dean Winchester: Help? You mean see if you can't turn harmless little Cass out there into an angel-sized weapon?
- Meg: Like you're taking him caroling.
- Castiel: I'm sorry. This isn't a problem I can make disappear. And you know that.
- [Gets idea]
- Castiel: But I may be able to shift it.
- Dean Winchester: Shift?
- Castiel: Yeah, it would get Sam back on his feet.
- [Goes over to him]
- Castiel: It's better this way. I'll be fine.
- Dean Winchester: Wait, Cass, what are you doing?
- Castiel: [Turns to Sam] Now, Sam... This may hurt. And if I can't tell you again... I'm sorry I ever did this to you.
- Dean Winchester: I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. You know, whatever it was. It might take some time, but... I always could. What Cass did... I just can't - I don't know why.
- Emanuel: Well, it doesn't matter why.
- Dean Winchester: Of course it matters.
- Emanuel: No. You're not a machine, Dean. You're human.
- Castiel: We didn't part friends, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: So what?
- Castiel: I *deserved* to die. Now, I can't possibly fix it... So why did I even walk out of that river?
- Dean Winchester: Maybe *to* fix it.