Supernatural · Season 1
Something is wrong with you, Dean. And until we figure out what, this is where you have to stay.
And you two are gonna do what? Take on Metatron yourselves? That's smart. Oh, no, wait. No, you... [motions to Castiel] you lost your Angel army. And you... [motions to Sam] now you're trying to lock up the one guy who has a shot at killing the son of a bitch?! Hell of a plan, fellas!
Love, if I wanted a soapy massage from Dr. Phil, I would have hit 3 on the speed dial, all right?
What the hell's happening to me, you son of a bitch?
Liquor before beer, bad taco? How should I know?
You never get tired of the rat race? Never get the urge to just...bugger off and howl at the moon? Never ask yourself, "is this it? Is this all there is?" I kicked human blood, you know.
Oh, so you're full-metal douche again. Well, that's fantastic. Would you like a stuffed bear?
How's hell, Crowley?
Hell's fine. Hell's like a Swiss watch. Don't worry about hell. Hell's complicated.
"Game of Thrones" is complicated. Shower sex... that's complicated. Hell ain't complicated. Your problem ain't hell. It's you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not gonna eat your food?
Not hungry.
The door to heaven is in a playground?
Guarded by two of Metatron's most loyal. I recruited them myself. So, you said you had a plan... How we might convince them to let us pass.
[pulls out handcuffs] Wookiee.
[looks very confused] Brother, I have no idea what that means.
It's a reference to a very popular film that... never mind.
Excuse me! I'm not exactly demon minion number three here. As the kids say, I've got mad skills.
Look, I don't know what you expected here. Okay? I don't really care. But you wanted off the hamster wheel. Get off.
Well, I guess I've been Winchestered.
I sat in this hole for thousands of years, thinking of nothing but redemption, of reclaiming my good name. I thought of nobody, no cause, other than my own.
You've been redeemed, my friend.
The only thing that matters in the end is the mission... protecting those who would not and cannot protect themselves...
Move to the other side of your cell, Castiel, and keep your head down.
What are you doing?
[Hannah sees that Gadreel has carved a suicide sigil on his chest and fumbles to unlock the door]
When they say my name, perhaps I won't just be the one who let the serpent in. Perhaps I will be known as one of the many...
Gadreel.
...who gave heaven a second chance. Run, sister. [Hannah runs away from the cell]
Gadreel.
[Gadreel stabs himself. The cell he's in explodes]
[to Hannah] Do you believe him now?
You can save the humble pie Jesus routine for somebody who gives a damn.
The problem with you Dean, is the cynicism. Always with the cynicism. But most people, even the real belly crawlers, living in filth, or Brentwood, they don't want to be cynical. They just want something to believe in.
And that'be you.
Why not me?
You've been working those people outside for what, a day? And they've already spilled blood in your name. You're nothing but Bernie Madoff with wings.
Ah, ah. So I'm a fake. Do you have any idea how much pancake make-up and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope line? He hated it. And you know, humans sensed that. So they prayed harder and longer and fought more wars in His name. And for what?ǃ So they could die of malaria? Leukaemia? And all the while, blaming themselvesː "Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful, God would have loved meǃ God would have saved meǃ" You know what?ǃ God didn't even know their nameǃ But I do. Because I've walked among them, and I can save them.
Sure you can. So long as your mug is in every Bible, and "What would Metatron do?" is on every bumper.
And? What, are you blaming me for giving them what they want? Giving them a brand they can believe in?
I'm blaming you for Kevinǃ I'm blaming you for taking Cas' Grace. Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs not winning the World Series in the last 100 freaking yearsǃ :[Showing the First Blade] Whatever it is, I'm blaming you.
The First Blade. Nasty piece of work, isn't she? Ok, let's say you win, Dean, and I die. What's the world left with then, hmm? A herd of panty-waisted angels and you? Half out of your mind with lord knows what pumping through those veins?
You see, the only thing you've said that went in my ear was that you die.
Oh, fine. We'll fight. I don't know what you expect is gonna come of all this. Unless... that's why you're stalling. Because you know nothing's gonna come of this unless your pals :[Gadreel and Castiel] succeed upstairs. Well, here's a newsflashː Humpty and Dumpty are starring in their very own version of "Locked Up Abroadː Heaven" right now.
[Dean punches Metatron]
Wow, that big blade and that douchy tribal tat sure gave you some super juice. Whooǃ Okay...[They start fighting]
Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shut up. Shut up. Just save your energy, all right? Oh, man. We'll stop the bleeding. We'll... we'll get you a doctor or... or I'll find a spell. You're gonna be okay.
[Sam takes his brother's hand and presses it to his chest to keep the cloth in place.]
Listen to me. It's better this way.
What?!
[Gasping in pain] The Mark. It's making me into something I don't want to be.
[Dean is dying despite Sam trying to save him]
I thought you were alright with this?
I lied.
Ain't that a bitch.
Ah. So Gadreel bites the dust. And the Angel tablet... arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe... is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that's right... to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too.
[Castiel's horrified eyes shoot to Metatron's face]
Sam. Hold up. Hold up... I gotta say something to you...
What?
[last words] I'm proud of us.
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