On the outs with Heaven, Zachariah goes to a bar on Earth to have a drink and commiserate with an unemployed human. They complain about their respective bosses and outsourcing, and Zachariah complains that he failed to close the deal. The bar suddenly shakes and Zachariah informs his drinking partner, Stuart, that his boss is coming. A high-pitched whine fills the bar and the human occupants clutch at their ears in agony. Zachariah tells his boss to get on with it, but realizes that he's been given a second chance. He thanks Michael profusely and leaves, stepping over the human corpses...Read the full recap
Zachariah: All they care about upstairs, ain't it? Results, results, results. They don't know. They're not down on the ground, in the mud, nose to nose with all you pig-filthy humans. Am I right?
Stuart: Absolutely--filthy what?
Zachariah: I mean, whatever happened to personal loyalty? How long have I worked for these guys. Five millennia? Six?
Stuart: Seems like it, doesn't it.
Zachariah: Damn straight it does.
Bobby Singer: You can't give up, son.
Dean: You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes. What is that?
Bobby Singer: That's the round I mean to put through my skull. Every morning, I look at it, and I think.. "Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out." But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you I wouldn't give up!
Dean: So, why don't you just tell us everything. Start from the beginning.
Adam: Well, I was dead and in Heaven... except it--it, uh, kind of looked like my prom. And I was making out with this girl. Her--her name was Kristin McGee.
Dean: Yeah, that sounds like Heaven. Did you get to third base?
Sam: Just, uh... just keep going.
Sam: Just watch Adam.
Bobby Singer: How? You may have noticed, he has a slight height advantage.
Zachariah: So you know you can't trust them, right? You know Sam and Dean Winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other, right?
Dean: Word to the wise. Don't piss off the nerd angels.
Dean: I don't know if it's being a big brother or what, but, you know, to me, you've always been this snot-nosed kid that I've had to keep on the straight and narrow. I think we both know that's not you anymore. I mean, hell, if you're grown-up enough to find faith in me the least I can do is return the favor.