"I like you, Dean." The Trickster grinned.

"Hey you got style," Dean grinned back. They were two of a kind, exchanging compliments before trying to kill each other, a matador and a bull facing each other in the arena.

"The slow dancing Alien" Dean shook his head in admiration.

"One of my favorites" the Trickster threw his head back and laughed.

"Are you sure you won't give me time to move on to the next town?" the honey eyed monster smiled his crooked smile.

"Sorry, no. I can't."

"Too bad." The demi-god snapped his fingers and all hell broke loose.