Rock Never Dies
Dean: You still living out an '80s buddy comedy with Crowley?
Castiel: Unfortunately.
Crowley: Hello boys. Long time. We team up to save the world, and then bupkis. You don't call, you don't write.
Dean: Yeah, we don't care.
Russell: How you been, huh? Health? Family? Hell?
Crowley: Doesn't matter, don't care, and been better.
Dean: Ohh, Sam. Hair rock? Really?
Sam: It's not hair-
Dean: Come on.
Sam: It's not hair rock, Dean. It's hard rock. It's legitimate hard rock.
Dean: Wow.
Sam: Don't judge a book by its cover.
Dean: Yeah, or a dude by his, uh, rainbow wig and leopard prints.
Sam: Rainbow wig? What? You know what? I'm done apologizing. Lucifer possessed Vince Vincente. This is Vince Vincente's music, so listening to it is research.
Dean: Hey. You consider switching up your duds there? Bit stiff for this town.
Sam: He could be an agent or something.
Dean: Yeah, maybe a third-tier agent.
Castiel: At least I don't look like a lumberjack.
Crowley: You little people wouldn't understand, but I've been a king. Having people look at you like you're everything, knowing that once they buy in, you can make them do anything. It's intoxicating.
Dean: Well, that's super creepy.
Sam: Cas, you'll last... Three minutes. Tops.
Castiel: Then I'll buy you three minutes.
Crowley: Make it four. What? I help.
Castiel: You think this is fun?
Lucifer: Oh. I wouldn't expect you to understand. I was inside you. I know what a weak, duty-bound, pleasureless dullard you are. And you. Bad doggy. Sit!
Dean: Why are you doing this?
Lucifer: Why?
Sam: You and God made up. You forgave Him. What would He think?
Lucifer: I'm not especially interested in His opinion. Dear old Dad, He finally apologized for abandoning me and what's the very next thing He does? He ditches me. And you, too, by the way. And rides off into the sunset with Auntie Amara. He needed my help, and He'd say anything to get it. His words, your words, they mean nothing. Don't you get it? This is all meaningless. Heaven. Hell. This world. If it ever meant anything that moment is past. Nothing down here but a bunch of hopeless distraction addicts, so filled with emptiness, so desperate to fill up the void... They don't mind being served another stale rerun of a rerun of a rerun. You know what my plan is? I don't have one. I'm just gonna keep on smashing Daddy's already broken toys, and make you watch.
Dean: Well, we didn't catch Lucifer, but we did save the crowd so I'm gonna call that a win.
Sam: I wouldn't. Vince Vincente is dead.
Dean: We never even hoped to save him. And yes, I know the third album-
Sam: No, he was still a person. And he meant something to a lot of people. And Lucifer just took all that and just twisted all that up and snuffed it out. Lucifer was bad enough when he had a plan, a motive. Now he's just having fun. I mean, how many people died tonight? Them, this, it's all on us. We let him out. We're not winning. We're just losing slow. And you heard what he said-
Crowley: Onwards and upwards. He's gone big.
Castiel: And he'll go bigger.
Dean: And we'll stop him. We will. It's what we do, man.
Sam: So I've been trying to dig up info on the British Men of Letters, keeping an eye for cases, and you've been goofing off with a game that went out of style five years ago.
Dean: I don't think Mom's quite ready for Snapchat.