SPN 6.20
“They taught me how to stand, what to stand for, and…what usually happens when you do.”
“Sometimes you’re lucky enough to be given a warning. That should have been mine.”
“DON’T WORRY?!? What like Lucifer didn’t worry? Or Michael or Lillith or Alastair or Azazel didn’t worry? Am I the only game piece on the board that doesn’t underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?”
“It’s simple. Freedom is a length of rope, God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
“Explaining freedom to angles is a bit like teaching poetry to fish.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
*sad sigh* “You never look like you’re joking.”
“Of course, it’s God’s will.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because it’s what I want.” *naturally, you idiot*
“Well, I got news for you kitten, a whore is a whore is a whore.”
Note: I fucking love Crowley, exactly because he’s SO DAMN SMART. He has no illusions. His weakness is NOT pride. He does NOT underestimate the Winchesters, he does NOT believe that Castiel is a good being and he has no illusions about his own evil and ambitions. It’s RIDICULOUSLY REFRESHING.
Also he recovers quickly from threats without being unaffected by them.
“I’m still an angel. And I will bury you.”
“I’m talking about Rachael’s had on a spike. I’m talking about happy endings for all of us with all possible entendres intended.”
Note: Dear Cas. You are certainly stronger than Crowley. You could zap him much more easily than he could zap you. But you are not smarted than him, I’m sorry, nor do you have a twisty enough mind.
“God’s favorite buddy boy, you’ve got what they call sex appeal.”
Note: I am so fucking pleased that Crowley had the idea to raise Samuel. That seems to imply that he was in hell. WHICH PLEASES ME, FUCKING CAMPBELLS
“You can save us, Castiel.”
And when they put him in the middle of the fire, everyone looks SO SAD.
“You know the difference between you and me? I know what I am
“Next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family. You are like a brother to me.”
“Sometimes you’re lucky enough to be given a warning. That should have been mine.”
“DON’T WORRY?!? What like Lucifer didn’t worry? Or Michael or Lillith or Alastair or Azazel didn’t worry? Am I the only game piece on the board that doesn’t underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?”
“It’s simple. Freedom is a length of rope, God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
“Explaining freedom to angles is a bit like teaching poetry to fish.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
*sad sigh* “You never look like you’re joking.”
“Of course, it’s God’s will.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because it’s what I want.” *naturally, you idiot*
“Well, I got news for you kitten, a whore is a whore is a whore.”
Note: I fucking love Crowley, exactly because he’s SO DAMN SMART. He has no illusions. His weakness is NOT pride. He does NOT underestimate the Winchesters, he does NOT believe that Castiel is a good being and he has no illusions about his own evil and ambitions. It’s RIDICULOUSLY REFRESHING.
Also he recovers quickly from threats without being unaffected by them.
“I’m still an angel. And I will bury you.”
“I’m talking about Rachael’s had on a spike. I’m talking about happy endings for all of us with all possible entendres intended.”
Note: Dear Cas. You are certainly stronger than Crowley. You could zap him much more easily than he could zap you. But you are not smarted than him, I’m sorry, nor do you have a twisty enough mind.
“God’s favorite buddy boy, you’ve got what they call sex appeal.”
Note: I am so fucking pleased that Crowley had the idea to raise Samuel. That seems to imply that he was in hell. WHICH PLEASES ME, FUCKING CAMPBELLS
“You can save us, Castiel.”
And when they put him in the middle of the fire, everyone looks SO SAD.
“You know the difference between you and me? I know what I am
“Next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family. You are like a brother to me.”