Supernatural Season 5 Quotes

Episode 21

Two Minutes to Midnight

Castiel: Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared, bloody and unconscious, on a shrimping boat off Delacroix. I'm told it upset the sailors.

Pestilence: Hmm. You boys don't look well. It might be the, uh, Scarlet fever. Or uh, the, the meningitis. Oh! Or the syphilis. That's no fun. However you feel right now? It's gonna get so very, very much worse. Questions? Disease get a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, t-that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself... very... pure... single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose.... divide and conquer. That's why, in the end... it always wins. So, you've got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy! And weak! It's ridiculous. All I can do is show him he's wrong, one epidemic at a time. Now... On a scale of 1 to 10, how's your pain?

Sam: Did you kiss him?

Dean: Sam!

Sam: Just wondering.

Bobby: No!

Crowley shows a picture of the kiss

Bobby: Why'd you take a picture?

Crowley: Why'd you have to use tongue?

Crowley: What I used to be...

Bobby: Are you really gonna bitch to me? Quit pining for the varsity years... and load the damn truck.

Dean: All right, well... good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse.

Sam: Yeah. Good luck killing Death.

Dean: Yeah.

Sam: Remember when we used to just... hunt wendigos? How simple things were?

Bobby: Okay. First truck don't leave for an hour. We get in, we plant the C-4 every 25 feet, then we pull the fire alarm.

Castiel: That truck is leaving.

Bobby: Balls! Okay, new plan.

Bobby: Can we commit our act of domestic terrorism already? Let's go.

Death: Thanks for returning that. Join me, Dean. The pizza's delicious. Sit down. Took you long enough to find me. I've been wanting to talk to you.

Dean: I got to say - I have mixed feelings about that. S-so is this the part where... where you kill me?

Death: You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me, a thing like you, well... Think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you. Eat. Good, isn't it?

Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless - at the end, I'll reap him, too.

Dean: God? You'll reap God?

Death: Oh, yes. God will die, too, Dean.

Dean: Well, this is way above my pay grade.

Death: Just a bit.

Dean: What do you think Death does to people who lie to his face?

Bobby: Nothing good.

Bobby: Look, I'm not saying Sam ain't an ass-full of character defects. But...

Dean: But what?

Bobby: Back at Niveus? I watched that kid pull one civilian out after another. Must have saved 10 people. Never stopped. Never slowed down. We're hard on him, Dean. We've always been. But in the meantime... He's been running into burning buildings since ha was, what, 12?

Bobby: Look, Sam's got a... darkness in him. I'm not saying he don't. But he's got a hell of a lot of good in him, too.

Dean: I know.

Bobby: Then you know Sam will beat the devil... Or die trying. That's the best we could ask for. So I got to ask, Dean. What exactly are you afraid of? Losing? Or losing your brother?