As promised and without further ado, the Supernatural “Goodbye Stranger” post. They know how to write ‘em, don’t they?

Dean: What the hell is this? The spear of destiny? What is this, God’s toothpick?

Dean: What is wrong with me? This is a first edition. Do you know what this would go for on EBay?
Sam: No. Why, do you?
Dean: No. Maybe. Shut up.

Naomi: They cannot be trusted. Lie, Castiel. Tell them what we discussed.

Castiel: I don’t know. I’m hoping the strange haired demon in the kitchen is more helpful than the others I interrogated.

Dean: He puts the ass in Cas, huh?
Sam: He’s definitely off.
Dean: Off? He hasn’t been right since he got back from purgatory and we still don’t know how he got out of there.

Castiel: You know, I can hear you both. I am a celestial being.

Meg: Aren’t you a little short for a storm trooper?

Dean: So, um, I gotta ask. What’s up with the hair? What?
Meg: Thanks for noticing Dean, but this wasn’t my idea, it was Crowley’s and it’s just another reason I want to stab him in the face.

Meg: Any of you dummies got a map?
Sam: What’s there now?
Meg: Do I look like Google to you?

Castiel: These wounds have festered.
Meg: You really do know how to make a girl’s nethers quiver, don’t you?
Castiel: I am aware of how to do that. Although, it doesn’t usually involve cleaning wounds.

Meg: Really, you remember everything?
Cas: If you’re referring to the pizza man, then yes, I remember everything. And it’s a good memory.

Meg: I’m kinda good, which sucks. You’re kinda bad…which is actually all manner of hot.

Crowley: What’s that old expression? If you want something done right…. blah, blah, blah, blah.

Sam: I’m fine.
Cas: Sam, no you’re not. You’re damaged in ways even I can’t heal.

Dean: Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

Castiel: I can reason with Dean. He’s a good man.
Naomi: Kill him.

Castiel: There has to be another way.
Naomi: You have done this a thousand times, Castiel. You’re ready. Kill him and take the tablet and bring it home where it belongs.

Meg: Wait. Hold on. There’s one thing I don’t understand. You hit a dog and stopped. Why?
Sam: That whole story and that’s your takeaway?

Naomi: What have I done to you? Do you have any idea what it’s like out there? There is blood everywhere. And it’s on your hands, after everything you did, to us, to Heaven. I fixed you, Castiel. I FIXED YOU.

Dean: Cas, Cas, I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me. It’s me. We’re family. I need you. I need you.

Crowley: Castiel? So that’s who’s been poking my boys, and not in a sexy way.

Crowley: I have a bone to pick with you, Moose, over what you did to my poor dog.
Meg: Are you going to talk us to death or get down to it already?
Crowley: There’s my whore. I’m not here for my dearly departed though. I’m here for the stone with the funny scribbles on it.
Sam: That’s not going to happen.
Crowley: I love it when you get all tough. It touches me right where my bathing suit goes.

Crowley: If you remember our time in Mesopotamia like I do, then you remember I’m a lover, not a fighter.
Naomi: What do you want you cockroach?

Sam: So what happened? Cas touched the tablet and it reset him to his factory settings or something?

Dean: Listen, Sam, I may not be able to carry the burden that comes along with these trials, but I can carry you.
Sam: You realize that you kind of just quoted “Lord of the Rings,” right?
Dean: But come on, it’s the Rudy Hobbit, and the Rudy Hobbit always gets a pass. Shut up.

Since the song at the end had meaning in itself, here’s a version of Supertramp’s “Goodbye Stranger” from YouTube. Keeping enjoying the classic rock, Supernatural fans!

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