Character: Castiel. Page 2

- I'll put a bullet in him with demonic trap.
And I will kill the demon with a knife.
- I'll be home, in case he comes out.
- Cool. What should I do?
- Not to die.

I don't fight anymore. I watch the bees.

And what do we do?
- I suggest to use a huge amount of alcohol... And wait for the inevitable wave of the explosion.

- Cass, you get a room or what?
- No, I'm staying here.
Oh, Yes, of course, it's just us girls and Sam will weave braid.

Cass, you're gonna get a room?
- No, you stay here.
- Oh, great. Let's have a slumber party, braid Sam's hair.

And by the way, where was your boss when on the ground, all hell broke loose, if there is a God?
- There is a God!
- I don't believe. If there is a God, what's he waiting for? Huh? Genocide? The power of monsters over the earth? Apocalypse? When he thinks to move a finger to save our unhappy tribes?
- The Way Of The Lord...
- Just tell me the confession, will get a kick up the backside.

As told to my good friend: "bite me!"

Well, it was a mess, from all sides. Do you agree?
- Did not know that the mess is part.
Cass came back.

- Why should I?
- You are a servant of heaven.
- And you're an angel.
- I'm a bad example.

- Lucifer.
- I'm back, baby.

- Someone else is? Couldn't call?
You aren't on my contact list.

Hey, ass-butt!
- Castiel. You just threw my brother a Molotov cocktail of Holy fire?
- Uh, no.

- Someone I could hurt someone.
- The crisis of middle age?
- I inhumanly old, I think I should.

All is well.
- Speak well, but you seem.
Is human manner. They say that in order. And let's not true, you have to agree with me to avoid talking about what we can't change.