- Dean: Sam, I swear to fucking god.
- Sam: Thats not very nice Dean
- Dean: Fuck you, I'm a demon. I don't have to be nice.
- Sam: You're gonna have to be nice you you want to get out of that devils trap.
- --
- Sam: Dont make me get the spray bottle
- --
- Dean: *is Summoned*
- Dean: Sam?
- Dean: Why did you summon me downstairs?
- Sam: We're out of food
- --
- Sam *Summons Dean in the bathroom*
- Sam: We're out of toilet paper.
- --
- Sam: Why are you crying
- Dean: I cant get into baby!
- Sam: oh, yeah, wards
- --
- Dean: *accidentally eats something with salt*
- Dean: WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA
- Dean: I DON'T EVEN EAT
- --
- Dean: *eyes flicker black, one at a time, staring intently at Sam*
- Sam: Dean
- Sam: What?
- Dean: Morse code, Sammy.
- --
- Crowley: So, Squirrel, buddy, demon chum
- Dean: SAMMY GET THE SPRAY BOTTLE
