Dean: Cas, where the hell are you?
Cas: Right behind you.
Dean: Whoa, don't sneak up on me like that.
Cas: What is it?
Dean: Look, that poor bastard Gabriel got killed.
Cas: What do you need me to do?
Dean: His Trickster ways kept us on our toes & we need that if we're gonna beat the devil.
Cas: So you want me to play pranks on you?
Dean: Yeah, something like that.
Cas: But I'm not in tune with your sense of humor.
Dean: Just do something.
Cas: Alright.
[Cas snaps his fingers]
Dean: Where the hell are we?
Cas: You're PhD students who are working on a thesis to decode the meaning of that Madonna song Angel.
Sam: Uh, Cas, this is really lame.
Cas: Try to get out of this if you can you bastards.
[Cas then does a really bad, forced, robotic-sounding laugh]
Cas: Ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!!!!!
Dean: OK, that was Criss Angel level douchiness.
[All of a sudden a professor walks in with a pointy bra]
Dr. Sutherland: Have the scrolls on the "material one" helped?
Sam: Nooo!!!!!!!
Dean: Oh man, I did not need to see that.
Sam: I'm blind!!!
Dean: Sam, please use your demon killing powers on my eyes.
Sam: Unfortunately they don't work like that Dean. We need to call an angel to burn out our eyes.
Dean: Yeah, well the only one we know put us here and the only one we know who's flaming is Crowley & he's a demon.
Sam: Maybe we can have him stab or cut out our eyes.
Dean: Good call.
Cas: Right behind you.
Dean: Whoa, don't sneak up on me like that.
Cas: What is it?
Dean: Look, that poor bastard Gabriel got killed.
Cas: What do you need me to do?
Dean: His Trickster ways kept us on our toes & we need that if we're gonna beat the devil.
Cas: So you want me to play pranks on you?
Dean: Yeah, something like that.
Cas: But I'm not in tune with your sense of humor.
Dean: Just do something.
Cas: Alright.
[Cas snaps his fingers]
Dean: Where the hell are we?
Cas: You're PhD students who are working on a thesis to decode the meaning of that Madonna song Angel.
Sam: Uh, Cas, this is really lame.
Cas: Try to get out of this if you can you bastards.
[Cas then does a really bad, forced, robotic-sounding laugh]
Cas: Ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!!!!!
Dean: OK, that was Criss Angel level douchiness.
[All of a sudden a professor walks in with a pointy bra]
Dr. Sutherland: Have the scrolls on the "material one" helped?
Sam: Nooo!!!!!!!
Dean: Oh man, I did not need to see that.
Sam: I'm blind!!!
Dean: Sam, please use your demon killing powers on my eyes.
Sam: Unfortunately they don't work like that Dean. We need to call an angel to burn out our eyes.
Dean: Yeah, well the only one we know put us here and the only one we know who's flaming is Crowley & he's a demon.
Sam: Maybe we can have him stab or cut out our eyes.
Dean: Good call.
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