Belhegor: Okay, now that we're waiting for the witch's hooch to kick in, can we finally admit the obvious? Uh, she failed. So if we're keeping score, that's, uh, one for the demon, uh, zero for the witch.
I'm not gonna give up. That's what I'm doing. Not just gonna sit in this crypt and wait for the walls to come down.
Sam: You heard Rowena.
Yeah, I heard her, okay. Ghosts are gonna bust out, and their gonna swallow this world. And you wanna what, just relax? Take a knee? No. No, we're gonna end this, Sam. Like you said. We're gonna be free.
Dean: I mean, this whole mess, you know? Th-this -- This sloppy-ass ghostpocalypse -- that's Chuck's ending? No. No, I don't think so. After everything he has put us through? I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some glorified fanboy get the last word.
Ardat: Such valor -- and for what? One profoundly irritating demon? No. I think you're protecting others. Humans. Your friends. And you won't give them up? Not for any price?
Ketch: Not at any price.
I don't care what the witch calls it. It's not a door, or a gate.
Castiel: What is it?
Belphegor: It's a tear. God stamped his foot...
And Hell ripped open.
Castiel: You're wearing Jack, who was like a son to me, like a coat. Every second in your presence is intolerable. It's an abomination. You're an abomination.
Rowena: I don't care about anything enough to take my own life. Not you, your brother -- not even the world. But I believe in prophecy. I believe in magic. And I'm here and you're here and everything we need to end this right is in our hands. I know this in my bones -- it has to be this way. Do it! Kill me, Samuel! I know we've gotten quite fond of each other, haven't we? But will you let the world die, let your brother die, just so I can live?
Rowena: Goodbye, boys.
Dean: We did it, though, man. It's over. God threw one last apocalypse at us, and we beat it. What you did... Rowena... You didn't have a choice.
Sam: I know.
Castiel: The plan changed, Dean. Something went wrong. You know this. Something always goes wrong.
Dean: Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?
You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing, and -- and I've tried to talk to you, over and over and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care. I'm... dead to you. You still blame me for Mary. Well, I don't think there's anything left to say.
Dean: Where you going?
Jack's dead. Chuck's gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it's time for me to move on.
Trivia & References
It wouldn't matter! Those things -- It would be like tossing mouse traps at the Great Plague. I'm telling you -- it's over!
- The Great Plague of London was the last major epidemic of bubonic plague from 1665 to 1666. The plague was known to be spread by rat fleas.
Right. One owl skull.
Dean: R.I.P., Hedwig.
- Hedwig is the name of Harry Potter's pet snowy owl.
Belphegor: She never needed to use it. When she ruled, it was enough for us that we knew she could. And then when Crowley took over, he had other forms of discipline endless lines, endless paperwork. Not that he liked to spend a lot of time down there, anyway, with us
- A reference to Crowley's never-ending que version of Hell from 6.20 The Man Who Would Be King. As well as Crowley's more bureaucratic version of Hell and his dislike of being there.
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