Are you there God, It’s me, Dean Winchester Media
Are you there God, It’s me, Dean Winchester
Rose Carter
Music
Lonely Is the Night- Billy Squier
Quotes:
Dean: All I know is I was not groped by an angel.
Dean: Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter, somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?
Sam: Yeah, you just did, Dean.
Dean: I'm trying to come up with a theory here okay, work with me.
Sam: Dean, we have a theory.
Dean: Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please.
Sam: Yeah, you just did, Dean.
Dean: I'm trying to come up with a theory here okay, work with me.
Sam: Dean, we have a theory.
Dean: Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please.
Bobby: It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the Pit.
Dean: What else?
Bobby: What else what?
Dean: What else could do it?
Bobby: Do what? Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing.
Dean: What else?
Bobby: What else what?
Dean: What else could do it?
Bobby: Do what? Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing.
Sam: Okay, look, I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith, and more and more about proof.
Dean: Proof?
Sam: Yes.
Dean: Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me, personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it.
Sam: Why not?
Dean: Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would He give a crap about me?
Sam: Dean...
Dean: I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the, for the stealing and the, and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy.
Sam: Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs.
Dean: Well that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God.
Sam: Okay, well too bad Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat.
Dean: Well that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God.
Sam: Okay, well too bad Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat.
Dean: You’re gonna get me some pie.
Sam: (on the phone with Dean) Yes, Dean, I'll get the chips. Dude, when have I ever forgotten the pie? Exactly.
Sam: Ruby.
Ruby: So is it true?
Sam: Is what true?
Ruby: Did an angel rescue Dean?
Sam: You heard.
Ruby: Who HASN'T?
Sam: We're not 100% sure, but I think so.
Ruby: Okay. Bye, Sam.
Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. What's going on?
Ruby: Sam, they're angels, I'm a demon. They're not going to care if I'm being helpful. They smite first, and then they ask questions later.
Sam: What do you know about them?
Ruby: Not much. I've never met one and I don't really wanna. All I know is that they scare the holy hell out of me. Watch yourself, Sam.
Dean: Dude, where’s the pie?
Bobby: I called some hunters nearby.
Dean: Good, we could use the help.
Bobby: 'Cept they ain't answering their phones either.
Sam: Something's up, huh?
Bobby: You think?
Dean: Come out, come out, whoever you are.
Meg: You think you’re some kind of hero?
Dean: No, I don’t.
Dean: No, I don’t.
Meg: Come on, Dean, did your brain get French-fried in hell? You can't shoot me with bullets.
Dean: I'm not shooting YOU. (shoots chandelier which falls through spirit, which vanishes) Iron.
Bobby: We gotta move.
Sam: Where we going?
Bobby: Some place safe, you idjit.
Bobby: Some place safe, you idjit.
Sam: You built a panic room?
Bobby: I had a weekend off.
Dean: Bobby.
Bobby: What?
Dean: You're awesome. (sees Bo Derek poster) Oh.
Bobby: I had a weekend off.
Dean: Bobby.
Bobby: What?
Dean: You're awesome. (sees Bo Derek poster) Oh.
Dean: See, this is why I can't get behind God.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Dean: If He doesn't exist, fine, bad crap happens to good people, that's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason- just random, horrible evil- I get it, I can roll with that. But if He is out there, what's wrong with Him? Where the hell is He while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does He live with Himself? You know, why doesn't He help?
Bobby: I ain't touching this one with a 10-foot pole.
Bobby: This is a sign, boys.
Sam and Dean: A sign of what?
Bobby: The Apocalypse.
Dean: Apocalypse.
Bobby: Yep.
Dean: As in Apocalypse Apocalypse? The Four Horsemen? Pestilence? Five-dollar-a-gallon-gas Apocalypse?
Bobby: That's the one. The Rising of the Witnesses is a, a mile marker.
Bobby: Yep.
Dean: As in Apocalypse Apocalypse? The Four Horsemen? Pestilence? Five-dollar-a-gallon-gas Apocalypse?
Bobby: That's the one. The Rising of the Witnesses is a, a mile marker.
Sam: What do we do now?
Dean: Road Trip. Grand Canyon. Star Trek Experience. Bunny Ranch.
Dean: Road Trip. Grand Canyon. Star Trek Experience. Bunny Ranch.
Bobby: I think I got everything we need here at the house.
Dean: Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?
Bobby: So you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden? The spell's got to be cast over an open fire.
Dean: Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?
Bobby: So you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden? The spell's got to be cast over an open fire.
Sam: The fireplace in the library.
Bobby: Bingo.
Dean: That's just not as appealing as a ghost-proof panic room, you know?
Bobby: If you're going to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
Bobby: Kitchen. Cutlery drawer. It's got a false bottom. Hemlock, opium, wormwood.
Dean: Opium?
Bobby: Go!
Sam: You all right?
Dean: No.
Dean: Ronald. Hey, come on, man. I thought we were pals.
Ronald: That was when I was breathing. Now I'm gonna eat you alive.
Dean: Well, but I'm not a cheeseburger.
Ronald: That was when I was breathing. Now I'm gonna eat you alive.
Dean: Well, but I'm not a cheeseburger.
Dean: I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings. Halos. You know, Michael Landon, not dicks.
Castiel: There's a God.
Dean: I'm not convinced. 'Cause if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The fricking apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?
Castiel: The Lord works...
Dean: If you say "mysterious ways" so help me, I will kick your ass.
Dean: I'm not convinced. 'Cause if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The fricking apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?
Castiel: The Lord works...
Dean: If you say "mysterious ways" so help me, I will kick your ass.
Castiel: The Rising of the Witnesses is one of the sixty-six seals...
Dean: Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Sea World?
Dean: Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Sea World?
Dean: Lucifer? But I thought that was just a story they told at Demon Sunday School. There's no such thing.
Castiel: Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here, walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?
Dean: To stop Lucifer.
Castiel: (nods) That's why we've arrived.
Dean: Well, bang up job so far.
Dean: To stop Lucifer.
Castiel: (nods) That's why we've arrived.
Dean: Well, bang up job so far.
Sam: You all right? What's wrong, Dean?
Dean: So, you got no problem believing in God and angels?
Sam: No, not really.
Dean: So, I guess that means that you believe in the Devil?
Sam: Why are you asking me all this?