God doesn't care, kid. God flew the coop and he's not going to lift a finger to help any of the people you love. Sorry to say, but I have to speak the — well. The God's honest truth.

I'm not even sure if Heaven's functioning anymore, where we're from...

But trust me when I say: Sam needs me more than you know.

After all, an archangel leaving a human body? It doesn't always end so well for the vessel. Even one tailor-made for them. The strain that could have on him... [He looks back at Jack, smiling a little.] This must be Sam and Dean's place of residence in your world, hmm?

[He runs a finger along the edge of the bunker's main table. Across Sam and Dean's initials.]

I see they're still as sentimental as when they were children.