"Impressed as I am that these birds manage to sound like humans, you know I dislike the Eagles, Dean."
"You know Cas, sometimes I find it hard to believe I'm sleeping with you. The Eagles are awesome."
"If find this song grating. It is overplayed."
"Like you would know."
"I've been alive since before the radio was invented Dean. I am aware of all patterns in song repetition."
"Sorry! I can't hear you over this killer guitar riff!"
"I find that very hard to believe Dean!"
"Hey…think that looks like a good place to stop? Looks like they've got a Mexican restaurant."
"I don't eat Mexican food. And I'm not tired. We should keep moving."
"You don't eat anything but cheeseburgers. And you're never tired. I've got needs, man. We're stopping."
"Hm..."
"Hey. Motel rooms mean motel sex."
"…Dean I believe I am tired as well. This establishment looks promising."
"That's what I thought."
Hey Garth, it's Sam again. Any word from Dean and Cas? I'm starting to get worried, man. No…ok. Let me know if…
Kevin, Sam here. I know you're busy. Has Dean stopped by lately? Or Cas?
Gabriel, who I assume is not in Heaven, it's..uh Sam. (I can't believe Dean does this all the time. It's so weird.) Anyway, I need your help, man. Dean and Cas took off on a textbook salt and burn two days ago and I haven't heard anything from them since. Any ripples in the pond upstairs? Dean's not answering any of his cells and Cas ears aren't on. I'm starting to think something's up. Let me know. Amen, or whatever.