I Cannot Abide Hypocrites Like You Reverend
I gather this is not a, uh, negotiation. CASTIEL: I would have done away with it completely, but I need a threat to hold over my enemies, and we need to keep Michael and Lucifer's cage. Dean wants to believe that Sam is okay, so Sam lets him. From 6.20 The Man Who Would Be King, CAS smites demons. Source
IN: BOBBY'S GARAGE- NIGHT DEAN has the windows covered, getting ready to paint the IMPALA. Uh... Robinson, and J. Before they can convince him, though, Castiel appears.
BOBBY'S YARD - NIGHT DEAN is working under the IMPALA's hood. DEAN: And let me guess... They are present when Bobby, Dean, and Sam prepare and perform the ritual to bind Death. Come on, baby!
Dean isn't really comforted, and Castiel can sense that things still aren't right between them. RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.) A freak lightning strike on the heels of the fire that burned down the Center for Vibrational Enlightenment earlier today. CASTIEL: You need to run now! SAM begins to enter the GARAGE, but he overhears DEAN and BOBBY'S conversation.
DEAN: Is he breathing? Now unbind me. BOBBY: I got all kinds of feelers out, so far diddly. This is about Sam's hallucinations, I assume?
From 6.11 Appointment in Samarra, DEATH tells DEAN about SAM's soul and the wall. http://www.tvgoodness.com/2011/09/24/what-they-said-favorite-quotes-from-supernatural-meet-the-new-boss/ Richard Baxter, in Four VolumesMy libraryHelpAdvanced Book SearchDownload PDFeBook - FREEGet this book in printAbeBooksOn Demand BooksAmazonFind in a libraryAll sellers»The Practical Works of the Late Reverend and Pious Mr. Um... DEAN: Yeah, and it turns out that you're about the same open book as you've always been.
What's the point if you don't mean it? DEAN: Cas, come on, this isn't you. Lady Gaga won't shut up for love or money. [churchgoers chuckle] Preacher: Yeah, funny. That's all.
On the other hand, I cannot abide hypocrites like you, Reverend. Let's go." "So, what you're saying is Hell is being downsized?" "I gather this is not a negotiation." "No." "Then I graciously accept. Death?" "You're joking." "Sorry uh…this isn't what it seems." "Seems like you bound me." "Fried pickle chip? CASTIEL: No.
BOBBY: That's good enough. Let us out! DEAN: Hold who back?
DEAN: I'm sorry, Death.