MASTER: You left me here. You brought me back, and then you dumped me in the desert like a newborn kitten on the side of the road.
CASTIEL: I assumed you could take care of yourself.
MASTER: I can. I was just pointing out that you really need to stop playing out your abandonment issues. You’re becoming Freud’s wet dream. Trust me - I’ve met him.
MASTER: He was a kinky git too.
MASTER: Oh, you. You know I love it. The chase is where all the fun’s at. And what wonderful fun I’m having. I’m coming for you, Cassie. And when I find you -
CASTIEL: You won’t. Not even your astronomic ego can help you now.
MASTER: Oh, my astronomic ego can work wonders. I’m going to find you. And when I do I’m going to bleed the souls from your pores, one by one.
CASTIEL: Who do you think you’re talking to? I am your God.
MASTER: And I am your Master.
Posts tagged the master.
The Doctor You could be so wonderful. You’re a genius. You’re stone-cold brilliant, you are, I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honor. Because you don’t need to own the universe, just see it. Have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That’s ownership enough.
The Master Would it stop then? The noise in my head.
The Doctor I can help.
The Master I don’t know what I’d be without that noise.
The Doctor I wonder what I’d be, without you.
DEAN: I don’t want you to think this is - this is him, yanno? I wish you’d met him before. So you’d know how wrong this is. How much this —
DEAN: How much this isn’t Cas, but yeah, hurts. Hurts works.
DOCTOR: Almost like you’re grieving. But so, so much worse, because someone else is wearing his skin.
DEAN: How d’you know?
DOCTOR: I’ve seen power wear glorious men before.