"Why does this always happen to us, Sam?"
"I don't know, Dean."
"No really, it's always us. Every time. Haven't you noticed? Every hunt, something goes wrong. But this? This! Sucks."
"Yeah, this sucks. Got it."
"I'm already practically glued to your hip every goddamn day. Now I'm literally handcuffed to you! What kind of sick joke is this?"
"I don't know, Dean."
"I mean, fuck. Really? If I had to get magically handcuffed to someone, I'd rather it be, I don't know, some hot chick or something. "
"Oh, thanks a lot. Real nice there, man."
"And it's my fucking right hand too, that's going to make things way difficult, ya know?"
"Ew, gross. I don't wanna know."
"Just. Just shot me, Sammy."
"My pleasure."