Castiel: I'm not your father.
Claire: Right. I'm not your father. those are first words you said to me, remember?
My Dad, is he still in there?
Castiel: No, the human soul it can only occupy a body while it retains a certain structural integrity, and this vessel it was, it was ripped apart on a sub-atomic level by an archangel.
Claire: Then how are you-
Castiel: I was reassembled, your father is in Heaven.
Well, yeah for him. Anyway good talk, you can get the hell out of my life now.
Claire: You changed. The Castiel I met, he was crappy, like super stuck-up and dick and you just wanted to punch in his stupid angel face.
Yes, well... before I was very self assured. I was convinced I was on this righteous path. Now I realize that there is no righteous path, it's just people trying to do their best in a world where is far to easy to do your worst.
Claire: Wow, deep.
Yeah, for a doof.
This is why you called us, this is your emergency?
No Cas, an emergency is a dead body, okay or a wigged out angel, or the Apocalypse take three. Some chick bolting on you is no emergency, that's every Friday night for Sam.
She was a horrible mother. Did I tell you the time that she almost traded me for three pigs, three! I was an attractive child, I could juggle. I was worth five pigs, at least.
Gerald: My Ma used to burn me with cigarettes.
Nobody cares Gerald. Don't get me started about the name, Fergus. Sounds like venereal disease, and not the fun kind.
You want to talk to me about wrong? You killed my Dad, is that wrong enough for you?
Castiel: No I didn't.
Really? Because without you he'd still be here, and my Mom would still be around.
[Claire points her gun at Sam and Dean]
Sam: Hold on a second.
Claire: Why, like you don't have it coming? You just stood there while this monster took my Dad. I used to pray to you Castiel, every night. I would beg you to bring him home safe.
Castiel: I know.
You know. My father was a good man, what messed up world does he die and you get to live?
You said, you'd be back in a flash and then you disappeared, I was eight-years-old, eight!
Rowena: Oh now, you're being dramatic.
Crowley: I didn't even have a father!
Of course you had a father. You were just conceived during a winter solstice orgy, and I wasn't taking names.
Dean: We know John Winchester isn't going to win any #1 Dad awards, but damn if he wasn't there when we needed him.
Hey, uh, tell him about that time in New York.
Dean: Oh Yeah... Yeah, okay so, ah. We were working this haunting in Long Island, and me and Sam begged the old man to let us go to the city, for once.
Sam: He had this thing about New York; too big, too loud, too dirty.
Dean: And he hated the Yankees.
Sam: Big time, yeah.
Dean: Some how we convinced him to let us go. So we all go, we all you know see the sites and ride the subway, eat too much pizza, the whole nine. By about midnight Sam and Dad are zonked, and I figure 'screw it, I'm going to CBGB.'
Sam: CBGB is...
Castiel: I know. It's where the Ramones and Blondie got their start.
Sam: Right, wow. Anyway he was way underage at the time.
Dean: So I get there, I sneak in, and it is nuts. I mean people are drinking, and they're smoking, and they're snorting whatever. There's a 500 pound guy on the stage with mohawk just screaming. My mind is blown I don't even know what to do. Then this girl walks up, and she's 'Hey why don't come over sit down with me and my friends at this table,' 'yeah, alright.'
Sam: Yeah and they get him drunk. First time.
But not fun drunk, I'm not quite sure what was in that stuff, but the room starts to spin, and I feel like I'm going to puke forever. Right about that time, I hear him. 'Dean Winchester.' My old man, I don't know how but he found me. And now I'm really freaking out, because he's just standing there not saying anything, and I look around everyone else is freaking out too in fact no one is looking him in the eye, then finally this one guy with like a safety pin in his nose and a 'kill everything' tattoo looks up and he says 'sorry sir.' Yeah, 'sorry sir' heh. John frickin' Winchester.
He saved you.
Dean: Yeah and you know what he got for that? Me whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him that I hated him. But then he stopped and turned around looked at me and said, 'Son, you don't like me that's fine. It's not my job to be liked.'
Sam: 'It's my job to raise you right.'
And he did.
Castiel: Do you think Claire is in trouble?
Claire: She's hanging out with a guy named Randy, she's in trouble.