Supernatural Season 12 Quotes

Episode 3

The Foundry

Mary: Castiel? After you left Heaven, when did it start to feel like... Like you fit? Like you... belonged here?

Castiel: Well, I'm still not sure I do.

Mary: Yeah.

Castiel: Mary... You do belong here.

Crowley: Bumping into each other. Working the same leads. What are the odds, Cassie? Fate brought us together.

Castiel: Not interested.

Crowley: Why not? We made a somewhat effective team against Amara. It's been months-I mean months-since we last tried to kill each other. We've both got very, very good reasons to want Lucifer dead. Besides... While you were gabbing with Vince's second fiddle, I was ransacking his room. Found these. Postcards from his beloved sister Wendy. Oh lookie here, an address and everything. Worth a look?

Castiel: I should have known there was something you weren't telling me. Rowena.

Crowley: So, Mother and I had an unfortunate, if not rather embarrassing, run-in with Lucifer. You're just mad because you're only my second choice for a Lucifer-hunt team-up.

Castiel: No, actually I think it's sweet. I thought your motivation was ambition and revenge, but now I know you just wanna save your mother.

Crowley: It's not about saving her. Lucifer has made off with a colossally powerful witch, who by the way is the only person alive who can slam him back in the Cage. He will either kill her, control her, or she will offer her services to the biggest bad in town, in order to save her neck, like she always does. Do any of those sound like particularly good outcomes to you?

Sam: Look I'm happy too, Dean, I am. I'm overjoyed. But, there's something about her, I mean something's going on with with her.

Dean: Yeah. She's adjusting.

Sam: No, she's struggling. I mean she's trying to bury herself in hunting to avoid dealing.

Dean: And how do you know that?

Sam: Years of personal experience. I don't know, man. Like mother like sons.

Rowena: A druidic glyph. I'm using a hybrid spell of my own devise – Book of the Damned and Celtic magic. It should give your vessel the resiliency and strength of the mightiest tree.

Lucifer: Oh. There's a woody joke in there somewhere.

Lucifer: Decapitation is far too merciful for you, ginger bitch!

Rowena: Until you forced me to get back in the game, I tried to forget about Lucifer. I loathe him, and I loathe that I had any part in letting him out of the pit he belongs in.

Castiel: So you'll help us then?

Rowena: Good God no. That whole FBI pantsuit look? Not my hex bag. But if you get Lucifer cornered and find yourself in need. I'm there.

Dean: And, um, listen, apologies if me and Sam hijacked or sidelined you in any way. I mean, this was your case, you know? And you kicked ass, again.

Mary: I kicked ass? You saved me, I-

Dean: Yeah, but you were right. You know, those kids were innocent. I mean hell, we didn't even know what Moriarty's deal was.

Dean: Mom it's okay, alright. You're home now.

Mary: No. I'm not. I miss John. I miss my boys.

Sam: We're right here, Mom.

Mary: I know. In my head. But I'm still mourning them as I knew them. My baby Sam. My little boy Dean. Just feels like yesterday we were together in Heaven, and now I'm here, and John is gone and they're gone. And every moment I spend with you reminds me of every moment I lost with them. And I thought hunting, working, would clear my head...

Sam: Mom, what are you trying to say?

Mary: I have to go. Sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I just need a little time.

Mary: I love you. I love you both.