Trivia: When Dean is working on the Impala toward the beginning, he is wearing a Survivor Eye of the Tiger t-shirt.
Dean: Cass, come on. This is not you.
Castiel: The Castiel you knew is gone.
Dean: So what, then? Kill us?
Castiel: What a brave little ant you are. You know you're powerless. You wouldn't dare move against me again. That would be pointless. So I have no need to kill you. Not now. Besides... once, you were my favorite pets, before you turned and bit me.
Dean: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm God.
Bobby: I got all kinds of feelers out. So far, diddly.
Dean: And what exactly are you looking for?
Bobby: Exactly. What? Miracles, mass visions, trenchcoat on a tortilla, I don't know what I'm looking for.
Dean: Well, he says he's okay.
Dean: I don't know. I just pray to God it's true.
Bobby: We need to come up with a new saying for that.
Crowley: No! Come on.
Bobby: Don't act so surprised.
Crowley: My new boss is going to kill me for even talking to you lot.
Dean: You're lucky we're not stabbing you in your scuzzy face, you little...
Sam: Wait a minute. What new boss?
Crowley: Castiel, you giraffe.
Bobby: Is your boss...?
Crowley: He's everybody's boss. What do you think he's going to do when he finds out we've been conspiring? You do want to conspire, don't you?
Dean: Who feels like hog-tying Death tonight?
Bobby: Old age is overrated anyhow.
Security Guard: Hey!
Dean: Excuse me. You got any Grey Poupon? (knocks hm out)
Sam: "Grey Poupon", seriously?
Dean: It's what popped in my head.
Dean: Umm... hello? Death?
Death: You're joking.
Dean: Sorry, this isn't what it seems.
Death: Seems like you bound me.
Dean: For good reason, okay? Just hear us out. Umm, fried pickle chip? Best in the state.
Death: That easy to soothe me, you think?
Dean: We need you to kill God.
Bobby: Kill God. You heard right... your honor.
Death: What makes you think I can do that?
Dean: You told me.
Death: Why should I?
Dean: Because... we said so and we're the boss of you. I mean, respectfully.
Castiel: I didn't want to kill you, but now...
Dean: You can't kill us.
Castiel: ...you've erased any nostalgia I had for you, Dean.
Dean: Death is our bitch. We ain't going to die even if God pulls the trigger.
Death: Annoying little protozoa, aren't they?
Death: Stupid little soldier you are.
Castiel: Why? Because I dared open a door that He shut. Where is He? I did a service taking His place.
Death: Service? Settling petty vendettas?
Castiel: No. I'm cleaning up one mess after another. Selflessly.
Death: Quite the humanitarian.
Castiel: And how would you know? What are you, really? A flyswatter.
Death: Destined to swat you, I think.
Castiel: Unless I take you first.
Death: Really bought his own press, this one. Please, Cass. I know God. And you, sir, are no God.
Dean: All right, put your junk away, both of you.
Death: Try to bind me again, you'll die before you start. Nice pickle chips, by the way.
Misha Collins is no longer a regular cast member, and is listed as Special Guest Star.
Music:Slow Ride (Foghat), Those Boots Are Made For Walking (Nancy Sinatra)
The new opening lettering is in black on a white background, with dripping black fluid
Canada: September 28, 2011 on SPACE
Australia: October 3, 2011 on ELEVEN
Norway: January 6, 2012 on FEM
UK: August 1, 2012 on Sky LIVING HD
Finland: February 9, 2014 on Sub
Referencing Won't Get Fooled Again (1971), one of the best-known songs of the rock band The Who, which is used as the theme for CSI: Miami. The full line is "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss."
Death: Please, Cas. I know God and you, sir, are no God.
Referencing the 1988 U.S. Vice Presidential debate between Republican VP Candidate Dan Quayle and Democrat VP Candidate Lloyd Bentsen. In response to Quayle comparing himself to John F. Kennedy, Bentsen replied, "Senator, I served with Jack Kennedy, I knew Jack Kennedy, Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy."
Dean: Excuse me. You got any Grey Poupon?
Referencing the 1980s commercials for Grey Poupon Dijon-brown mustard. In the commercials, a millionaire in a Rolls Royce would pull up to the Rolls Royce of another millionaire, ask, "Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon?", and the other man would inevitably say "But of course!" and hand a jar over to the first.