Death: Ah, Rory Williams. Late as always I see.
Rory: I’m sorry, but am I dead? ….Again?
Death: Of course you are, don’t be stupid. Pickle?
Rory: No I don’t want a bloody pickle! I don’t know if you heard what you just said or not, but I am dead and there are these aliens who are invading Earth through the raindrops and one went up my nose! And—
Death: Stop making that noise with your mouth. I will tolerate the Doctor creating yet another immortal and making even more work for my reapers but I will not tolerate rudeness while I am trying to eat. This is the fifth time I have seen you in two weeks, Rory; not that you’d remember, but you only need to wait a short time and you’ll be right as rain until the next time.
Rory: I’m just supposed to wait? What am I supposed to do while I do that?
Death: Well I did bring this coke for you, but because you were rude I’m going to have it.
Sam: Santa’s not real, you know that right?
Amy: He is too real! And anyway…I’m just covering all my bases.
Sam: Well you shouldn’t be wasting your time talking to the pretend guy who breaks into your house every year. If you need help you should just ask me.
Amy: What can you do?
Sam: I can protect you! My dad and I fight monsters all the time, I think I can manage one little crack in your wall.
Amy: I’m scared to sleep.
Sam: I’ll stay here with you. I can keep a watch over you while you sleep!
Amy: Have you been reading those vampire books again?
Sam: What? No! *pause* Shut up! They’re good.
Amy: Weirdo….thanks.
Dean: What the hell is that?
Doctor: It’s a kitten! Well, not a kitten per say, it’s Castiel’s kitten. I thought he might like something fluffy that he can love.
Dean: Well we’re not keeping it.
Doctor and Castiel: ….
Dean: We’re not! Don’t give me that look.
Castiel: It would be cruel to abandon Dean now, we have already bonded.
Dean: I’m sorry…what?
Martha: The Doctor told him to name it after something important, so he named it after you.
Dean: Well…I guess…maybe…he could stay. But you’re looking after it!
Doctor: Excellent, allons-y Castiel, let’s get him settled.
Castiel: Dean, you are very…sweet.
Dean: Cas! This is hardly the time -
Castiel: I was talking to the cat.
Damn it! Why didn’t you give him a sign!?
Sam: How long have they been at it for?
Rory: A couple of hours and I think that’s their fifth bottle.
Dean: Sixth. My money’s on the angelic Charlie Sheen over there. No way she can last much longer.
Sam: She’s lasted longer than anyone else has, even you Dean….are we sure she’s human?
Rory: Hey! That is my wife you’re talking about.
Dean: So that’s an ‘I don’t know’, Ben Hurr?
Amy: *slurring slightly* Ya know Cas…you’re really cute. I mean seriously adorable, I just want to pinch your checks.
Castiel: Erm…thank you. *turning to Dean* I don’t know what she’s trying to say.
Amy: I want to bite your nose.
Rory: Okay I think that’s enough for one night Amy!
Amy: Is this uh…normal? I mean, is it like, some kind of divine thing for angels to stuff their faces with burgers?
Dean: He got cursed by Famine a little while back, it’s taking a bit longer than usual to wear off.
Amy: Ah.
Dean: Yeah. What about yours…does he usually…?
Amy: Yes.
Dean: So it’s a Timelord thing?
Amy: Nope, it’s a Doctor thing. Don’t ever eat his cooking, I’m warning you now.
Dean: Noted, and while we’re at the ‘Caring and Maintaining of your Otherworldly Beings’ section of the conversation, don’t try to outdrink Cas. You’ll lose
Amy: Learnt that the hard way did we? Well he’s yet to come up against me, I’m Scottish, it’s in my blood.
The Time Lord Victorious burned hot, his passions and whims scalding those who came too close. But Castiel, filled with all those souls, ran cold. No longer controlled by his emotions, he felt nothing but contempt for the pitiful beings under him.
