In Kansas City, Dean brushes past a Jehovah's Witness handing out religious tracts and checks into a hotel. He calls Castiel to see if he's had any luck finding the Colt. Castiel has discovered the demons are keeping it for some reason rather than melting it down and warns Dean it's the only thing that can possibly kill Lucifer. When Castiel prepares to teleport to Dean to hunt the Cold, Dean tells him that he needs a few hours to sleep and eat and that they'll meet at the designated time the next morning...Read the full recap
Dean: You know, it's kind of funny, talking to a Messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped.
Castiel: This isn't funny. Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes.
Future Dean: Okay. If you're me... then tell me something only I would know.
Dean: Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh... 19. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it.
Future Dean: Touché.
Dean: Oh, come on, you don't trust yourself?
Future Dean: No. Absolutely not.
Future Dean: Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said "yes."
Dean: "Yes"? Wait. You mean..
Future Dean: That's right. The big "yes." To the Devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom.
Lucifer: You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do.
Dean: I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?
Lucifer: Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing... beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God? You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace.
Dean: Oh, good god, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach's almost out of bile.
Lucifer: You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created... you. The little... hairless apes. And then He asked all of us to bow down before you, to love you more than him. And I said, "Father... I can't." I said, "These human beings are flawed, murderous." And for that... God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now, tell me... does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it?
Dean: I know what you are.
Lucifer: What am I?
Dean: You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life--an ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego.
Lucifer: I like you, Dean.
Sam: Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down.
Dean: Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet.