Dean Winchester: What are u laughing at bitch, your still trapped.
Casey: So are you... bitch.
Sam Winchester: I might have found some omens in Ohio. Drought lightning, barometric pressure drop...
Dean Winchester: That's thrilling.
Sam Winchester: ...plus some guy blows his head off in a church, and another goes postal in a hobbey koop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens.
Dean Winchester: of it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker.
Casey: What can I get u boys?
bDean Winchester: What's your specialty?
Casey: I make a mean hurricane.
Dean Winchester: [smirks] I guess we'll see about that.
Sam Winchester: [looks at Dean and chuckles] u drink hurricanes?
Dean Winchester: I do now.
Casey: Lose something?
Dean Winchester: Why do u demons have such smart mouths?
Casey: It's a gift.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, let's see if you're still smiling when I send your ezel back to Hell.
Sam Winchester: Any idea where they went?
Bartender: Her place. For bible study.
Sam Winchester: Alright, do u have an address?
Bartender: What's wrong with you? u think I'm gonna give u a co-worker's address just so u can go over there and get your freaky peeping Tom rocks off --
Sam silently hands him another $20.
Bartender: Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun.
Casey: Why don't u relax.
Dean Winchester: Why don't u kiss my ass.
Casey: Why Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea.
Casey: So u see? Is my kind really all that different from yours?
Dean Winchester: Well, except that, uh, u know, demons are evil.
Casey: And humans are such a lovable bunch? Dick Cheney.
Dean Winchester: He one of yours?
Casey: Not yet. But let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.
Casey: Kind of funny, don't u think? u and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, it's hilarious. u know, in that apocalyptic sort of way.
Casey: Why Dean, if I didn't know better I'd say that was lust in your eyes. Well that would be one way to spend the time... But I don't think you'd respect me in the morning.
Dean Winchester: That's okay. I mean, hey, I barely respect u now
Casey: So are you... bitch.
Sam Winchester: I might have found some omens in Ohio. Drought lightning, barometric pressure drop...
Dean Winchester: That's thrilling.
Sam Winchester: ...plus some guy blows his head off in a church, and another goes postal in a hobbey koop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens.
Dean Winchester: of it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker.
Casey: What can I get u boys?
bDean Winchester: What's your specialty?
Casey: I make a mean hurricane.
Dean Winchester: [smirks] I guess we'll see about that.
Sam Winchester: [looks at Dean and chuckles] u drink hurricanes?
Dean Winchester: I do now.
Casey: Lose something?
Dean Winchester: Why do u demons have such smart mouths?
Casey: It's a gift.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, well, let's see if you're still smiling when I send your ezel back to Hell.
Sam Winchester: Any idea where they went?
Bartender: Her place. For bible study.
Sam Winchester: Alright, do u have an address?
Bartender: What's wrong with you? u think I'm gonna give u a co-worker's address just so u can go over there and get your freaky peeping Tom rocks off --
Sam silently hands him another $20.
Bartender: Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun.
Casey: Why don't u relax.
Dean Winchester: Why don't u kiss my ass.
Casey: Why Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea.
Casey: So u see? Is my kind really all that different from yours?
Dean Winchester: Well, except that, uh, u know, demons are evil.
Casey: And humans are such a lovable bunch? Dick Cheney.
Dean Winchester: He one of yours?
Casey: Not yet. But let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs.
Casey: Kind of funny, don't u think? u and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, it's hilarious. u know, in that apocalyptic sort of way.
Casey: Why Dean, if I didn't know better I'd say that was lust in your eyes. Well that would be one way to spend the time... But I don't think you'd respect me in the morning.
Dean Winchester: That's okay. I mean, hey, I barely respect u now