“Sweetheart, my father and I have put more ghosts in the ground than you can count.”

“I’m dead. I can’t be all right any more than I can be not all right.”

“Stand my ground, is what I think. After this is over, I might puke. Assuming, of course, that I’m still alive.”

“You do know what we’re dealing with here, don’t you?” I ask. “She’s not just a ghost. She’s a hurricane. Overkill is fine by me.”

“He says you kill ghosts for a living. Like you’re a ghostbuster or something.” “I’m not a ghostbuster.”

“Can you fight?"Jestine nods in my direction. "I can take Cas on pretty easily.""Is that supposed to impress me?”

“Land of the Dead? Is that what you dream about?” she asks. “Boy who kills ghosts for a living?” “No. I dream about penguins doing bridge construction. Don’t ask why.”