[0:06]Hello?
[0:13]Hello?
[0:51]I know you're there. I can feel you. Hello?
[1:04]What are you? Oh, I'm just your friendly neighborhood cosmic entity. Why do you look like me? Oh, yes. Yes, yes. Well, I show up in my real form and you freak out, rip out your own eyes, et cetera. That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it? For both of us? What is this place? Oh, yes. Excellent question. You see, before God and Amara, creation, destruction, heaven, hell, your precious little Earth. What was there? Nothing. Yes, that's right. Nothing. Nothing but empty. And you are soaking in it. Angels and demons, you all come here when you die. Every angel that ever died is here. Yes. Sleeping an endless, peaceful sleep. You know, I, I was sleeping too. Hey, uh, since we're pals, there's something I've got to know. I've just got to ask. Hmm, why are you awake? 'Cause fun fact, in all of forever, nothing ever wakes up here. I mean, ever, ever. And second fun fact, when you woke up, I woke up, and I don't like being awake. So, what's up, smart guy? I don't know. Well, think. The Winchesters. Sam and Dean. They must have made a deal. No, no. No. Not with me. And I'm, I'm the only one that has any pull here. Not heaven, not hell, not G.O.D. himself. So, think harder. Rack that perky little brain of yours. Stay away from me. Okay, fine. I'll rack it for you!
[3:10]What did, what did you do to me? I read your mind, such as it is.
[3:25]What do you want? What do I want? I want you to shut up. I want, having you awake, it's like a gnat. Flew right up here and it's trapped and it's buzzing. Having me awake causes you pain. If you can't sleep, I can't sleep. Yeah? And I like sleep. I need sleep. Then get rid of me. Oh, I should, should I? Send me back to Earth. Or, I throw you so deep into the empty, that you can't bother me anymore, hm? Except you know that won't work or you would have done it already. Pretty smart. Pretty smart, dummy. Send me back. It's not part of the deal. No, no. Besides, you don't want to go back. Yes, I do. Sam and Dean need me. Oh, save it. I have tiptoed through all your little tulips. Your memories, your little feelings, yes. I know what you hate. I know who you love. What you fear. There is nothing for you back there. No. Here. Let me show you.
