*snerk*

In light of deleting my entire memory stick on my camera. I have provided some uplifting laughs.

Dean Winchester: What's starting? Where the hell you been? 
Castiel: [shoots an angry glare at Dean] On a bender! 
Dean Winchester: He's... did you say on a bender? 
Sam Winchester: Yea. He's still pretty smashed. 
Castiel: It is not of import. 

Sam Winchester: Leah is not a real prophet. 
Dean Winchester: Well, what is she, exactly? 
Castiel: The whore. 
Dean Winchester: Wow, Cas, tell us what you really think. 
_____________________

Samuel Campbell: Is this what you boys do? Sit around and watch porno's with angels? 
Castiel: We're not supposed to talk about it. 
_____________________________________________

Castiel: [while watching porn] That's very complex 
Dean Winchester: M-hm 
Castiel: If the pizzaman truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? 
[pauses] 
Castiel: Perhaps she's done something wrong. 
Dean Winchester: You're watching porn? Why? 
Castiel: It was there. 
Dean Winchester: You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes. And... you don't talk about it. Just turn it of. 
Castiel: [Looks between his legs] 
Dean Winchester: Oh, now he's got a boner 
_____________________________

[as a happy, fat and very naked Cupid grabs and hugs the brothers and Castiel] 
Dean Winchester: This is a fight? Are we in a fight? 
Castiel: This is... their handshake. 
Dean Winchester: I don't like it! 
Castiel: No one likes it. 
_________

Castiel: It's starting.
Dean: Yeah, you think, genius?
Castiel: You don't have to be mean.
Dean: So, what do we do now?
Castiel: I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... just wait for the inevitable blast wave.
Dean: Yes, well, thank you, Bukowski.
_________________________

Samuel Campbell: This Castiel? You're scrawnier than I pictured.
Castiel: This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler Building.
__________________________