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[Grumbles] I don't need a haircut.

No, never gonna go near a witch if I can help it. I'm guessing Gabriel would be the expert angel.

Just cross your fingers he doesn't do anything to you in the process.

It's Gabriel. Of course he's going to try and do something to me in the process.

Maybe you can just make a deal with him or something.

I'll just...hide in the bushes. Bail your ass out if something goes wrong.

Yeah, I'd make a deal and then he'd screw me over.

I appreciate that, thanks.

He might not. I talked to him once and he just...whined.

Really? I'm sorry I missed that now. Though he is the whiny sort.

He does. the guy just went on about how it sucked to be him.

What? He's got powers. Not to mention being very hard to kill. He should try being human.

You try telling him that.

Good point. I say that and he turns me into a car again.

[She's...trying her best not to laugh at you right now, Sam.]

It wasn't funny!

It sounds it.

What kind of car were you?

I was the Impala.

...He couldn't get more creative then that?

Nope. Guess he might be losing his touch a little.