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Crowley:
Now, what do you have to say for yourself?

Castiel:
Well, I'm still honing my communication strategy. I-I haven't even been back to Heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they're making honey and silk and... miracles, really.

Crowley:
What are you talking about?

Castiel:
Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. I can offer a token, if you like. It's honey. I-I collected it myself.

Crowley:
You're off your rocker. He's off his rocker! Is that it? Heh, karma's a b*tch isn't it?

Dean Winchester:
Look, did you come here to donkey punch your old grudges, or to help us get Dick? Pick a battle!

Crowley:
Well, I'm vexed. I'd *like* to do both! But where's the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose.