Character: Castiel

(Do you think the Heavenly army is fighting for you alone? The earthly battlefield is everywhere. And don’t disagree too much. I pulled you out of Hell, but I can bring you back.)

He is a writer, and writers lie.

- Not to worry about them, just as Lucifer, Michael, Lilith or Alastair did not worry? How was Azazel not worried? Am I the only figure on the board who correctly assesses this nightmare in jeans?!

- Me too. I was one of them myself. Sam and Dean... they're like herpes. Just when you think you're done with them... Hello again! The boys return, leaving behind mountains of corpses. So, wherever they are, whoever caught Sam and Dean, in the immortal words of Laurence Tureaud, pity the fool.

For everyone, heaven looks different, each soul has its own paradise. I loved the eternal Tuesday afternoon of an autistic who drowned in a bathtub in 1953.

- I understand that this is a quote from Muriel Rackeyser.

- Sam and Dean are just people, although extraordinary, brave, special, but still people, and people burn brightly, but not for very long compared to people like us, and in the end, they leave, even the best of them, and we live on, so we grow up.
- Losing people?
- Yes.
- But what's the point?
- Meaning?
- What's the point of being a higher being if everyone I care about will just leave?
- The point is that they lived in the world and you knew them when they were gone - it will hurt, but this pain will remind you how much you loved them.
- Sounds... awfully.
- True, but life is like that.

- Tell me why you love this world so much that you are ready to risk your life.
- Tell me why you hate this world so much that you are ready to burn it to the throttle.
- I just can.

- Same stuff.

- And the demons just gave you the throne?
- Nothing just happens, honey, I took it away.

- You said correctly, we are a family. We do not abandon our relatives.

This world... This sad, doomed world needs you. Needs every Winchester as much as there are. And I won't let you die. None of you. I won't allow it. And I will not allow you to sacrifice yourself. You mean too much to me... and for the world.

- I know all about the tag. I have your grace. I set the rules. It's called leverage. I know, I can, I love.
*took away grace*
*shot in the leg*
- Your grace is with us, Metatron. You're mortal now. And you'll answer all the questions, otherwise Sam, as they say?... will brainwash you. It's called leverage.
- I know, I can, I love.

- Did you even protect yourself?
- I had a blade.