Supernatural (TV Series)

Free to Be You and Me (2009)

Misha Collins: Castiel

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• Dean Winchester : So, find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?

  Castiel : No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help.

  Dean Winchester : With what? A god hunt? I'm not interested.

  Castiel : It's not God. Someone else.

  Dean Winchester : Who?

  Castiel : It's an archangel. The one who killed me.

  Dean Winchester : Excuse me?

  Castiel : His name is Raphael.

  Dean Winchester : You were wasted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel?

• [Castiel appears behind Dean; Dean sees him in the mirror and jumps] 

  Dean Winchester : God! Don't do that!

  Castiel : Hello Dean.

  [Dean turns around; Castiel stares at him from only inches away] 

  Dean Winchester : Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?

  Castiel : My apologies.

  [he backs away] 

• Castiel : [above the sound of the storm]  If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back?

  Raphael : Did it ever occur to you that maybe, Lucifer raised you?

  Castiel : No.

  Raphael : Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find.

  [pause, Dean looks at Cas] 

  Raphael : You know it adds up.

  Castiel : [to Dean]  Let's go.

  [he turns, starts walking away] 

  Raphael : Castiel!

  [Cas turns back] 

  Raphael : I'm warning you. Do not leave me here. I *will* find you.

  Castiel : Maybe one day. But today you're *my* little bitch.

  [he exits] 

  Dean Winchester : [following Cas]  What he said!

• Dean Winchester : Tell me something, you keep saying we're gonna trap this guy, but isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?

  Castiel : No, it's harder.

  Dean Winchester : Do we have any chance of surviving this?

  Castiel : You do.

  Dean Winchester : So, odds are you're a dead man tomorrow.

  Castiel : Yes.

  Dean Winchester : Wow. Well, last night on earth. What, uh, what are your plans?

  Castiel : I just thought I'd sit here quietly.

  Dean Winchester : Dude, come on. Anything? Hm? Booze? Women?

  [Castiel glances at him, then looks away uncomfortably] 

  Dean Winchester : You have been with a women before? Right? Or an angel, at least?

  [Castiel rubs his neck, embarrassed] 

  Dean Winchester : You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud seeding?

  Castiel : Look, I've never had occasion, okay?

  Dean Winchester : All right. Lemme tell you something. There are two things that I know for certain, one: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are *not* gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go.

  [Dean grabs his jacket and heads out, Castiel looks around uncertain, gets up and follows] 

• [Dean and Cas are in a brothel; Castiel looks very, very nervous] 

  Dean Winchester : Hey, *relax*.

  Castiel : This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here.

  Dean Winchester : Dude, you full-on rebelled against Heaven. Iniquity is one of the perks!

  [a courtesan comes over] 

  Dean Winchester : Showtime.

  Courtesan : [to Cas]  Hi. What's your name?

  [Castiel hesitates, looking more and more nervous] 

  Dean Winchester : Cas!

  [Castiel jumps] 

  Dean Winchester : His name's Cas. What's your name?

  Courtesan : Chastity.

  Dean Winchester : Chastity.

  Courtesan : Mm-hm.

  Dean Winchester : Wow.

  [to Cas, grinning] 

  Dean Winchester : Is that kismet or what, buddy?

  [Castiel takes a long pull of beer] 

  Dean Winchester : Well, he like you and you like him, so...

  Courtesan : [taking Castiel's hand]  C'mon baby.

  Dean Winchester : [grabbing Castiel's elbow]  Oh hey, listen.

  [taking out a wad of bills] 

  Dean Winchester : Take this. If she asks for a credit card, no. Now just stick to the basics, okay? Do not order off the menu. Go get her, Tiger.

  [Cas looks helplessly panicked] 

  Dean Winchester : Don't make me push you.

  [Cas takes the money, follows the courtesan] 

• Dean Winchester : We're here why?

  Castiel : A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel.

  Dean Winchester : And he still has eyes? All right, what's the plan?

  Castiel : [shrugs]  We'll... tell the officer that he witnessed an Angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is.

  Dean Winchester : You're serious? You're gonna walk in there and tell him the truth?

  Castiel : [confused]  Why not?

  [Dean slips an FBI badge into Castiel's inside pocket, fusses with his shirt and tie] 

  Dean Winchester : Because... we're humans. And when humans want something, really really bad... we lie.

  Castiel : [puzzled]  Why?

  Dean Winchester : Because... that's how you become president.

• Dean Winchester : [after the courtesan has run off angrily]  What the hell did you do?

  Castiel : I don't know. I just looked at her in the eyes and told her it wasn't her fault that her father Gene ran off. It was because he hated his job at the post office.

  Dean Winchester : [slightly amused]  Oh no, *man*.

  Castiel : What?

  Dean Winchester : This whole industry runs on absent fathers, it's, it's the natural order.

  [bouncers appear at the end of the hall] 

  Dean Winchester : [grabbing Cas]  We should go. C'mon.

  [they run outside, Dean doubles over, laughing] 

  Castiel : What's so funny?

  [Dean puts an arm around Castiel's shoulders, Cas smiles] 

  Dean Winchester : Oh, nothing. Whew. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. Oh. It's been more than a long time. Years.

• Castiel : [entering the abandoned house after summoning Raphael]  Dean, wait.

  [He steps in front of Dean; Raphael appears with wings of lightning, the lights explode] 

  Donnie Finnerman : Castiel.

  Castiel : Raphael.

  Dean Winchester : I mean, I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room?

  Donnie Finnerman : And the Eastern Seaboard.

  [to Castiel] 

  Donnie Finnerman : It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now.

  Dean Winchester : Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid that God'll bring Cas back to life again, and smite *you*, you candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean.

  Donnie Finnerman : I know who you are. And now thanks to him, I know *where* you are.

  Castiel : You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare.

  Donnie Finnerman : But I will take him to Michael.

  Dean Winchester : [going to get a beer from the cooler]  Well that sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, I hate to tell ya, I'm not goin' anywhere with you.

  [turns his back and takes a sip] 

  Donnie Finnerman : Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?

  [a slight nervousness crosses Dean's face, but he turns back to Raphael, all swagger] 

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, that was, that was hilarious.

  Donnie Finnerman : Yes, well, he doesn't have anything close to my *imagination*.

  Dean Winchester : Oh yeah?

  [Raphael advances on him, Dean glances at the floor, then at Cas] 

  Dean Winchester : I'll bet you didn't imagine one thing.

  Donnie Finnerman : [threatening]  What?

  Dean Winchester : We knew you were coming, you stupid sonofabitch.

  [he flicks his lighter and drops it on the circle of oil Raphael just walked into; flame surrounds the archangel; Raphael glares at Dean] 

  Dean Winchester : Don't look at me, it was his idea!

  [Castiel gives him a look] 

  Castiel : [to Raphael]  Where is he?

  Donnie Finnerman : God?

  [Cas nods] 

  Donnie Finnerman : Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead.

• Dean Winchester : [about finding Raphael]  You're serious about this. So what, I'm Thelma and you're Louise and we're just gonna hold hands and drive off this cliff together?

  [pause while Castiel looks at him] 

  Dean Winchester : Look, gimme one good reason why I should do this.

  Castiel : Because you're Michael's vessel, and no angel will dare harm you.

  Dean Winchester : Oh, so I'm your bullet shield!

  Castiel : I need your help, because you are the *only* one who'll help me. Please.

  [Castiel looks at him pleadingly] 

  Dean Winchester : All right fine. Where is he?

  Castiel : Maine. Let's go.

  [reaches two fingers toward Dean's forehead] 

  Dean Winchester : [flinching back]  Whoa whoa!

  Castiel : What?

  Dean Winchester : Last time you zapped me someplace, I didn't poop for a week! We're driving.

• Dean Winchester : Where have you been?

  Castiel : Jerusalem.

  Dean Winchester : Oh! How was it?

  Castiel : Arid.

• Dean Winchester : [Looking at Donnie Finnerman through the window of his hospital room]  I take it that's not Raphael any more.

  Castiel : Just an empty vessel.

  Dean Winchester : So, is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps my bones?

  Castiel : No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you.

  [Dean closes his eyes and turns his head away] 

• Castiel : [pouring oil around Raphael's empty vessel]  When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies.

  Dean Winchester : Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but, uh, one question: how the hell do we get him here?

  Castiel : There's... well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial.

  [leans over and mutters some strange words in the vessel's ear] 

  Castiel : I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard.

• Dean Winchester : Hey, you okay?

  [pause, Cas stares straight ahead, not answering] 

  Dean Winchester : Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but, I do know a little something about missing fathers.

  Castiel : What do you mean?

  Dean Winchester : I mean, there were times when I was looking for my Dad when... all logic said that he was dead. But I knew, in my heart, that he was still alive. So who cares what some Ninja Turtle says, Cas, what do *you* believe?

  Castiel : I believe he's out there.

  Dean Winchester : Good. Then go find him.

  Castiel : [looking at Dean]  What about you?

  Dean Winchester : What about me? I don't know. Honestly? I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but, I am, I'm, I'm really good.

  Castiel : Even without your brother.

  Dean Winchester : [bitterly]  Especially without my brother.

  [Castiel looks at him] 

  Dean Winchester : I mean I spent so much time worrying about the sonofabitch... I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years. And you're not that much fun. Funny, you know, I've been so chained by my family, but now that I'm alone... hell, I'm happy.

  [smiles, looks over; Castiel is gone] 

• Raphael : But there's no other explanation. He's gone for good.

  Castiel : You're lying.

  Raphael : Am I? Do you *remember* the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen, if he were alive?

  Dean Winchester : Oh yeah, well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?

  Raphael : Careful. That's my Father you're talking about, boy.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, who would be *so proud* to know that his sons started the friggin' Apocalypse!

  Raphael : Who ran off and disappeared! Who left no instructions, and a world to rot.

  Dean Winchester : So Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the Post Office, did he?

  [Cas stares at him] 

  Raphael : This is funny to you? You're living in a Godless universe!

  Dean Winchester : [angrily]  And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an Apocalypse while he's gone?

  Raphael : [wearily]  We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want... paradise.

  Dean Winchester : So what, God dies and makes you the boss, and you think you can do whatever you want?

  Raphael : [angry]  Yes! And whatever we want, we get!

  [the windows explode; Dean and Cas duck]