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Bobby: "So, how are we all gonna fit?"

Michael: "This car fits two, maybe three in the back and two upfront."

Lucifer: "This car is gonna be so stuffed."

Gabriel: "This sucks."

Dean: "It's your fault."

Lucifer: "Well, I'm driving!"

Dean: "What? I'm driving."

Lucifer: "You drive the Impala. This isn't the Impala. Impala went bye-bye."

Sam: "He's got a point."

Dean: "Whose side are you on? Besides, I don't want HIM to drive me!"

Lucifer: "What? I'm an awesome driver!"

Dean: "Do you know how many times you crashed the car?"

Lucifer: ". . . .It's in the low hundreds. Yeah, well, whoever gets in first!"

Dean: "Hey!"

Gabriel: "I volunteer to give up my seat!"

Sam: "Then where are you gonna sit?"

Gabriel: "On your lap!"

Dean: "No way in hell, Gabriel!. . .I was in first, Lucifer!"

Lucifer: "No, you weren't!"

Dean: "Ah! Quit shoving, you sonofabitch!. . . .Don't you touch Sam!"

Lucifer: "Ha! I'm sitting first!"

Dean: "Damnit!"

Gabriel: "I'll sit on Sam, and Cas can sit in Dean!"

Cas: ". . . ."

Dean: "I think we should put Gabriel in the trunk. He's small enough."

Michael: "I get to sit upfront with Lucifer."

Lucifer: "No."

Michael: "Too bad."

Lucifer: "You too bad! Chuck's already next to me."

Michael: "What?. . . .Get out of the car, Chuck!"

Chuck: "No! The early bird gets the worm!"

Michael: "Yeah? Well. . . ."

Chuck: "Aaahh!"

Michael: "The second mouse gets the cheese. My seat."

Dean: "I don't get it! Why there's three friggin' Archangels present and Cas, why can't you just zap us? Or fix the Impala?"

Sam: "Yeah, I always wondered that."
Lucifer: ". . . ."

Cas: ". . . ."

Michael: ". . . ."

Gabriel: ". . . ."

Cas: "Because we-"

Lucifer: "No don't say it!"

Michael: ". . . ."

Gabriel: "Something's are better left unknown."

Bobby: "Just spit it out, yah idjits."

Dean: "Well?"

Cas: "Because we got cut off from Heaven."

Sam: "What?"

Gabriel: "Dad cut us off. Just for a week, though!"

Dean: "Like what? You're grounded or something?"

Lucifer: ". . . ."

Cas: ". . . ."

Michael: ". . . ."

Gabriel: ". . . ."

Sam: "Oh."

Bobby: "He treats y'all like children."

Lucifer: "Only coz I started the apocalypse. . . .and killed like, a lot of my brothers. It's not like I did weed or anything!"

Michael: "I think it's because I stole Lucifer's pointy stick."

Cas: "I also killed some brothers."

Sam: "What about you?"

Gabriel: "What can I say? I've always been a bad boy, Sammy!"

Dean: "Geez. . . ."

Gabriel: "I think I need to be punished, Sammy!"

Sam: ". . . .You want another time-out?"

Gabriel: "NO! I WASN'T THAT BAD!"

Lucifer: "Can we please go already?"

Bobby: "What's the hurry? You're llama ain't gonna die."

Michael: ". . . .Huh."

Chuck: "What?"

Michael: "I never noticed how small Chuck is."

Sam: "I guess we can squeeze him up front. He can in between Lucifer and Michael."

Lucifer: "Aaaww! It's gonna smell like Hobo upfront."

Bobby: "So that leaves, me, Sam, Dean, Cas and Gabriel in the back."

Dean: "What about Sam, then me, then Cas and then you?"

Gabriel: "Hey! What about me?"

Dean: "In the trunk. Or tied to the roof."

Lucifer: "Ooh! Ooh! I wanna be tied to the roof!"

Michael: "Then Chuck will drive, since he knows where we're going."

Dean: "Why do you wanna be tied to the roof?"

Lucifer: "Coz it'll feel like flying! And I'll sing 'Wind Beneath My Wings'!"

Dean: "Fine. Whatever."

Lucifer: "Yes!"

Bobby: ". . . .Weirdo idjit."

Dean: "So, now Bobby can sit upfront with Chuck and Michael."

Sam: "It's still gonna be cramped in the back. . . .I guess Gabriel can-"

Dean: "Don't say it, Sam."

Sam: "What other choice do we have, Dean?"

Dean: "No means no Sam!"

. . . . .

Sam: "Move your hand, Gabe."

Gabriel: "I'm not doing anything!"

Dean: "I swear to God Gabriel-"

Cas: "It is unwise to swear to God, Dean."

Gabriel: "Yeah! My Dad hates it when I do it!"

Dean: "Because he hates you!"

Gabriel: "Daddy loves me! Well, more than Lucifer."

Dean: "Oh yeah? Is that why he grounded your ass?"

Gabriel: ". . . .Shut up."

Bobby: "Do you even know where we're going?"

Chuck: "Yes."

Michael: "Are you sure?"

Chuck: ". . . .No."

Dean: "This is gonna be a long ride."

Lucifer: "Wheeeeeeeeee!"