— What the hell happened to him?
— Me.
— You're my shrink? Well, lucky me.
— And you're my paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis. Lucky me.
— Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that… I got laid.
A bloody, violent monster… and you wanna be Facebook friends with him?
— Go get him tiger.
— Wait, you're not coming?
— No, there's demons up there. It's not safe.
— So you're really from '09?
— Yeah, 'fraid so.
— Some free advice? You ever get bac.
— You disloyal...
— Oh, I'm loyal. To them.
— Who? These so-called gods?
— To people, Lucifer. People.
— So you're willing to die... for a pile of cockroaches? Why?
— Because Dad was right. They are better than us.
— They are broken, flawed abortions.
— Damn right, they're flawed. But a lot of them try to do better, to forgive. And you should see the Spearmint Rhino.
— Oh, you know, I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room?
— And the eastern seaboard.
— That's for getting me killed.
— If it makes you feel better, we got him killed too.
— I'm cool with it!
— He's cool with it.