- Love? Castiel repeated. He looked stunned. – But how? I am – well, was an angel of the lord. A mere love potion should not make me love anyone.
Balthazar smiled. – Well, love potions won't make anyone love someone. They will only enhance the feelings you already have. It seems to me, and to anyone wise enough to look for signs that you have a hopeless crush on the elder Winchester.
- That is not true. I have –
- A profound bond with him. Oh, yes, I have heard.
- Balthazar, you have to help me. I cannot go to the Winchesters under the influence.
Balthazar chuckled. – Well, that sure is a phrase I never expected to hear from you. Alas, Castiel, I have no interest in these matters. You're on your own.
- Please, Balthazar.
- All you need is love, Castiel. Love is all you need.
- Excuse me?
- The Beatles knew it in the sixties, you know.
- What the insects have to do with anything?
- My dear brother. All that time spent with the Magnificent Winchester Brothers and you still haven't heard of the Beatles.
