Crowley: In all this time, you never once thought to ask what happens to us when we die?
The last time Castiel had invaded Hell, to save Dean Winchester, he had gone with a full battalion at his back. His brothers and sisters, his charges, had fought and died to rescue a man that Faith alone told them was important. And he had been. But this was not an issue of Faith. This time, he went alone. Even if he’d thought there were those in Heaven that might help him, he wouldn’t have asked. How could he explain to them why he needed to do this when he couldn’t even explain it to himself? Crowley’s words, his thinly veiled hints, had driven into Castiel like a knife, just as he was sure the demon had intended. Perhaps he was meant to die on this fool’s errand. Maybe that would have been for the best.
okay but like could you imagine all the muggle born students coming back to hogwarts after summer break and catching up on what movies they saw, what they thought of season finales, what concerts they went to and off to the side the wizard raised kids are staring at them in confusion and suddenly one of them just whispers
"what the fuck is a nickelback"