"Hey, Cas, we found this bunker thing, and it’s really cool, man. You should see it. Pop in sometime, okay? It’s been a while."
"You could even get your own room. There’s plenty of them. Or maybe… Nah. You wouldn’t want that."
"Castiel who art… I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing man. Call back or something. I mean, jeez, what the fuck even happened last time? You’re back in heaven or something? They aren’t forbidding you seeing me, are they?"
"Sam’s been tearing through the library like a fat girl at a chocolate store. I think you’d really like it. Just the way his face lit up when he saw it… you just had to be there."
"Kevin’s with us now. He’s still having a bitch of a time reading the tablet. Garth is here, too. He’s worse than Sam about getting me to be all touch-y feel-y. If he wasn’t a hunter, he could probably be a psychiatrist or an interrogator."
"Listen, Cas… I’m getting worried here, man. Where’ve you been?"
"Cas, this isn’t funny. I’m worried sick. I told you-"
"Is this another deal like in Purgatory? Is there some big bad out for our asses? ‘Cause I told you that ain’t happening again. You don’t just go fluttering off if you think it’s the best thing for me, for us. That’s just not right.”
“Cas, get your goddamn ass down here. I fucking miss you, alright? Need to make sure you’re okay. You’re my… you’re my best friend. Sometimes more than that. I just need to know your wings are intact, okay?”