Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
Can I ask you something? What do they want me for? Why did they save me?

Anna Milton:
I'm sorry. The angels aren't talking about it, and it was after I fell.

Dean Winchester:
That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?

Anna Milton:
You don't mean that.

Dean Winchester:
I don't? A bunch of, of miserable bastards, I mean, eating, crapping, confused, afraid...

Anna Milton:
I dunno, there's loyalty, forgiveness... love?

Dean Winchester:
Pain?

Anna Milton:
Chocolate cake.

Dean Winchester:
Guilt?

Anna Milton:
[firmly] Sex.

Dean Winchester:
Yeah, you got me there.

Anna Milton:
I mean it. Every emotion, Dean. Even the bad ones. It's why I fell. It's why... why I'd give *anything* not to have to go back. Anything.

Dean Winchester:
Feelings are overrated if you ask me.

Anna Milton:
Beats being an angel.

Dean Winchester:
How's that possible? You guys are powerful, perfect. You don't doubt yourselves. Or God, or anything!

Anna Milton:
Perfect! Like a marble statue. Cold, no choice, only obedience? Dean, do you know how many angels have actually *seen* God? Seen his face?

Dean Winchester:
[shrugs] All of you?

Anna Milton:
Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them.

Dean Winchester:
That's it? Well then how do you even know that there is a God?

Anna Milton:
We have to take it on faith. Which we're killed if we don't have.

Dean Winchester:
Huh.

Anna Milton:
I was stationed on Earth, two thousand years. Just... watching. Silent, invisible... out on the road, *sick* for home, waiting on orders from an unknowable Father I can't begin to understand, so don't tell me that... [Dean chuckles] What is so funny? What?

Dean Winchester:
Nothing, sorry, it's just... I can relate.