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Because we love them, they're targets.

Yeah, the one who hasn't had her frontal lobe forcibly ripped out yet.

What do you mean dead me?

You didn't hear? She worked him over for cheating on her. Hearing I was right about how much of a jackass you are was actually pretty satisfying -- Point is, Hell's finest is riding her ass and looking for more specials.

... I didn't hear that part.

She's possessed?

Finally, the man gets it. Did you get dumber? Don't tell me a zombie got to your brain, too. [No, she doesn't care how insensitive that is.]

Anyway. She offed you, I took her out for a drink, one thing led to another and we ran into an old ... [venomously;] friend of mine. He thinks I'm coming back with your pal Hannibal.

Funny.

Where is she now?

There's a bar in lower Manhattan, around 18th street. The place is crawling with demons on any given night. If you're going, I'm coming with.

No one invited you.

I don't need an invitation.

You don't bring me with, you're gonna get killed before you even get inside. I'm not letting you get wasted before you even manage to get the bastard out of her.

Fine, whatever. But you get in my way, I'll blow out more than your spine.

When have I ever gotten in the way? Don't worry, once you trap him, I'm outta there. I'm not sticking around to get exorcised along with him.

Hope you've been brushing up on your Latin.

Oh yeah, I've been cramming for those night courses.

Great. Just great. If I could do the incantation myself, I would -- unfortunately, I'd get stopped about halfway through choking on my own soul. So, how about you bring your smarter half with instead?

I was plannin' on Sammy.

Right. Great. Whatever, how soon can you be here? I'm gonna go play Santa Claus with hexbags for the rest of your special pals so he can't get a whiff of them.

We'll start drivin', and when we get there, we'll probably need a couple hours to crash.

[I hope you can hear the scoff in her voice, Dean.]

I almost forgot what it was like to deal with humans.

Fine. Pedal to the metal, Short Bus. While you morons nap, I'll be working.

Well, I know you'd hate to deal with me if I hadn't gotten my beauty sleep in.

Yeah, yeah, you're bad enough with it.

Yeah, the shit you have to suffer through, wah wah wah.

Less patronizing, more driving.

Yeah, yeah. [Click]

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