Bobby: OK, to get started… Rules!
Sam: Kay, What are they?
Dean: You can only use one word!
Crowley: Are you sure that your not evil?
Dean: Yeah.
Bobby: Fine, one word limit. That it?
Sam: No I have one; Pie is out of the question.
Dean: WHAT?!
Crowley: He's right. To easy, there's hundereds of GIF's of you with pie.
Dean: That's not fair.
Bobby: Well we ain't going for fair so tuff titties.
Crowley & Sam: *laughs*
Bobby: OK, No pie, one word, the end, let's start.
Sam: Right.
Crowley: Agreed.
Bobby: I guess I'll start… Uh, School.
Sam: We're doing this in a circle right...? Kay, Monarchy.
Dean: Really? OK…. Music.
Crowley: DEATH! *evil snicker.*
Bobby:... Awesome; that's the word I choose…
Sam: Kids.
Dean: Clowns.
Crowley: *Starts laughing* Uh, laughter.
Bobby: Ghosts.
Sam: Movies.
Dean: Women
Crowley: Hell.
Bobby: Hats.
Sam: Suits.
Dean: Hospitals.
Crowley: Cold.
Bobby: Handcuffs.
Sam: Angels.
Dean: Prophets.
Crowley: Demons.
Bobby: Computer.
Sam: Research.
Dean: Leviathan.
Crowley: salt.
Bobby: Water.
Sam: Pens.
Dean: Hair.
Crowley: Sick.
Bobby: Tape.
Sam: Garth.
Dean: Horse-man.
Crowley: Time.
Bobby: Dolls.
Sam: Mirrors.
Dean: Hell-Hounds.
Crowley: That was two words but I'll allow it… Planes.
Bobby: dirt
Sam: fans
Dean: "supernatural"
Crowley: puppies
Bobby: god
Sam: cotton
Dean: cars
Crowley: A
Bobby: …. I got nothin', you?
Sam: I don't know…
Dean: Same.
Crowley: Blank skull… if I had a skull, that.
They'll be back no worries.