Sam, Dean, I love you like my own, I do. But sometimes you two are the whiniest, most self-absorbed sons of bitches I ever met. I’m selfish? Me? I do everything for you. Everything! You need some lore scrounged up? You need your asses pulled out of the fire? You need someone to bitch to about each other? You call me and I come through every damn time. And what do I get for it? Jack, with a side of squat. I know you’ve got issues. God knows I know. But I got a news flash for you: You ain’t the center of the universe. Now it may have slipped your mind that Crowley owns my soul and the meter is running, and I will be damned if I’m going to sit around and be damned. So how about you two sack up and help me for once!