Aw, Sammy and the puppy-dog eyes. :o
Sorry I caused the Apocalypse. My bad.
Jacob! Watch out for black smoke!
“‘This is wrong.’”
“‘Then I don’t want to be right’, replied Sam, in a husky voice.” 
“Angels! Nice change-up to the mythology. The demon thing was getting kind of old.”
“Becky, could you quit touching me?”
“No.”
Aw. More puppy dog eyes. Poor Sammy. 
“It’s you, chuckle-head. You’re the Michael sword.” :eek:
“But on the other hand, eat me.”
“Let’s see how Sam does without his lungs.” :eek:
I’ve always felt bad about the angelic vessels dying.
“My name is Lucifer.”
“Sure. Yeah. Could you do me favor there, Satan, and remind me not to drink before bed?”