At Crowley’s laboratory, Sam, Dean, and Bobby stare at the newly omnipotent Castiel. Bobby immediately bows down and tells the brothers to do likewise. As they do, Castiel says there’s no point if they do it out of fear. Sam tries to appeal to him but Castiel notes that he stabbed him in the back and has nothing to say to him. Dean says that Castiel isn’t acting like himself and the former angel says that he is no longer the individual they knew, and that he is now God. If they rise up against him, he’ll strike them down. Sam staggers and Castiel says that he won’t fix his memories since they rose up against him, and then teleports away. Sam starts to remember more of his time in Hell and collapses...Read the full recap
Dean: Cass, come on. This is not you.
Castiel: The Castiel you knew is gone.
Dean: So what, then? Kill us?
Castiel: What a brave little ant you are. You know you're powerless. You wouldn't dare move against me again. That would be pointless. So I have no need to kill you. Not now. Besides... once, you were my favorite pets, before you turned and bit me.
Dean: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm God.
Bobby Singer: I got all kinds of feelers out. So far, diddly.
Dean: And what exactly are you looking for?
Bobby Singer: Exactly. What? Miracles, mass visions, trenchcoat on a tortilla, I don't know what I'm looking for.
Dean: Well, he says he's okay.
Bobby Singer: How?
Dean: I don't know. I just pray to God it's true.
Bobby Singer: We need to come up with a new saying for that.
Dean: Who feels like hog-tying Death tonight?
Bobby Singer: Old age is overrated anyhow.
Dean: Umm... hello? Death?
Death: You're joking.
Dean: Sorry, this isn't what it seems.
Death: Seems like you bound me.
Dean: For good reason, okay? Just hear us out. Umm, fried pickle chip? Best in the state.
Death: That easy to soothe me, you think?
Dean: We need you to kill God.
Bobby Singer: Kill God. You heard right... your honor.
Death: What makes you think I can do that?
Dean: You told me.
Death: Why should I?
Dean: Because... we said so and we're the boss of you. I mean, respectfully.
Death: Stupid little soldier you are.
Castiel: Why? Because I dared open a door that He shut. Where is He? I did a service taking His place.
Death: Service? Settling petty vendettas?
Castiel: No. I'm cleaning up one mess after another. Selflessly.
Death: Quite the humanitarian.
Castiel: And how would you know? What are you, really? A flyswatter.
Death: Destined to swat you, I think.
Castiel: Unless I take you first.
Death: Really bought his own press, this one. Please, Cass. I know God. And you, sir, are no God.
Dean: All right, put your junk away, both of you.
Death: Try to bind me again, you'll die before you start. Nice pickle chips, by the way.