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Dean: ". . . ."

Sam: ". . . ."

Cas: ". . . ."

Gabriel: ". . . ."

Michael: ". . . ."

Chuck: ". . . ."

Bobby: ". . . ."

Lucifer: ". . . ."

Dean: ". . . ."

Sam: ". . . ."

Cas: ". . . ."

Gabriel: ". . . ."

Michael: ". . . ."

Chuck: ". . . ."

Bobby: ". . . ."

Lucifer: ". . . .Psst. Why is everyone so quiet?"

Michael: "Because Cas might explode."

Gabriel: "For the third time."

Dean: "Shh!"

Cas: ". . . ."

Chuck: "Cas loooves me!"

Sam: "Don't push it, idiot."

Chuck: "What? I'm his bestest friend!"

Sam: ". . . ."

Chuck: "Isn't that right, Cassie?"

Cas: ". . . ."

Gabriel: "Anyone want some CFP? 'Chicken Fried Prophet?'"

Dean: "Remember, Cas. Serenity is key-"

Cas: "SHUT UP, DEAN."

Chuck: "Yeah, Dean!"

Cas: ". . . ."

Chuck: ". . . .Why are you looking at me like that?"

. . . . .

Dean: ". . . ."

Sam: ". . . ."

Cas: ". . . ."

Gabriel: ". . . ."

Michael: ". . . ."

Bobby: ". . . ."

Lucifer: ". . . ."

Gabriel: "I can't believe you stuffed him in the trunk."

Cas: "It was necessary."

Dean: "At least he fit. Now we have space again back here."

Gabriel: "Dibs on armrest!"

Dean: "Hey! Move!"

Gabriel: "No way! I got there first! Quit shoving your fat arm!"

Dean: "Quit hogging it, candybrain! You don't need all of it, your arm's tiny!"

Gabriel: "Better tiny than fat!"

Dean: "I thought you liked big!"

Sam: "Dean!"

Gabriel: "Fuck you! Cas, he's being perverted!"

Cas: ". . . ."

Michael: "And I thought we were bad."

Lucifer: "I've always been bad!"

Michael: "Ha! You pick flowers!"

Lucifer: "What? No, I don't! You're the one who made humans think we wore togas and shit!"

Michael: "You're the one who made them believe we were babies playing harps!"

Bobby: "Can you stuff me in the trunk? Is it soundproof? "

Cas: "You won't fit."

. . . . .

Chuck: "Guys! It's dark in here!. . . .Aahh! Bumpy! Drive carefully! What if Dean's gun goes off?"

. . . . .

Dean: "Please! I'm the better hunter, Sammy!"

Sam: "You shot Casper in the face, you freak!"

Dean: "I'm not an idiot and says bloody mary three times! I've saved your ass so many times!"

Sam: "Me too!"

Dean: "No! You're either captured, in a cage, high on meds or drunk. You even took yourself out!"

Sam: "That was the rabbits foot! What about you? Gabe killed you a hundred times! You know how long it took to save you? And a fake doctor shot you, which I had to pull out!"

Gabriel: "That's true, I did that!"

Dean: "Yeah, well, you wear makeup!"

Sam: "What?"

Dean: "You cry your way through sex!"

Gabriel: "No, he doesn't!"

Dean: "He keeps a ruler by his bed and every morning when he wakes up-"

Cas: "Why does Sam keep a ruler by the bed, Dean?"

Gabriel: "Because I make him, and we're kinky like that!"

Bobby: "When I said 'elaborate' I really didn't mean it."

Lucifer: "I'm the Morningstar!"

Michael: "What does that even mean? There are no stars in the morning!"

Lucifer: "Well—shut up! What's your nickname, huh? Donkey butt star?"

Michael: "I am your superior!"

Lucifer: "You are only superior at one thing."

Michael: "What?"

Lucifer: "You are superior at being a better ugly asshole!"

Michael: "I sit at the honor of God's right hand side."

Lucifer: "Yeah, right next to Gabriel and his high chair or was it booster seat?"

Gabriel: "I heard that!"

Sam: "What are they arguing about?"

Cas: "It is not of import."

Dean: "Not of import? Cas are you drunk?"

Cas: "NO!—yes!"

Sam: "Gabe, what did you give him?"

Gabriel: "Nothing bad, I swear!"

Cas: "He said it'll calm me down. . . .and I am soooo calm right now. . . ."

Dean: "Jeez, Cas. . . .DICKSTER! What'd you give him?"

Gabriel: "Not even beer! Just, a can of Monster—mixed with Redbull, Rockstar and the Purple Stuff."

Sam: "Shouldn't he be more, like, on a sugar rush?"

Gabriel: "Nope, low Angels like Cas' garrison can't handle high level energy drinks."

Dean: "So, why the fuck did you give his that?"

Gabriel: "Um, if you haven't noticed, we've been very irritationg, and I think Cas was gonna burst."

Dean: "Uh, dumbass! He snapped last time because he drank Redbull!"

Gabriel: "Oh."

Cas: "I'm right here, girls! Sitting on this comfy chair—hello, Dean's legs—I feel sooo sober right now."

Dean: "Okay, what's two plus two?"

Cas: "Jello."

Sam: "Okay, just take a nap Cas."

Cas: ". . . ."

. . . . .

Chuck: "I think I'm running out of air!"

. . . . .

Bobby: "Does Chuck have an air hole?"

Michael: "Hopefully. Have faith."

Lucifer: "I was perfect! Dad made me perfect! He fucked up after me. Ahem, Gaby!"

Michael: "You had ADOC disorder!"

Bobby: "What's ADOC disorder?"

Michael: "Attention Deficit—Oooh Clouds disorder. Do you know how long Dad took to get his attention?"

Lucifer: "What? When flying you get distracted."

Michael: "You took out the dinosaurs."

Lucifer: "I missed one. Barney's still alive!"

Michael: ". . . .Times like these, I miss him."

Lucifer: "Aaahh! No!"

Gabriel: "No! Don't say that! Not him! You don't miss him!"

Michael: "He'd be fun right about now."

Gabriel: "No! When you say that, he usually shows up!"

Michael: "He loves these family things."

Lucifer: "No! No! No!"

Sam: "Who are they talking about?"

Bobby: "Don't know."

Sam: "Who, Gabe?"

Gabriel: "The Devil!"

Dean: "Newsflash, he's already he's sitting next to Michael and driving!"

Gabriel: "No! The REAL Devil! He makes Lucifer look like an Angel! Like—like Cas!"

Cas: ". . . ."

Sam: "But who?"

Lucifer: "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

Dean: ". . . .Voldemort?"

Sam: "A name, Gabe!"

Michael: "It's—Lucifer look out!"

Lucifer: "Whoaa!. . . . .Asshole, get out of the fucking road! I almost fucking ran you—Aw, shit! See? He's here!"

Gabriel: "Crap."

Bobby: "Well, it's not King of Hell."

Michael: "Hey you!"

Sam: "Him?"

Cas: ". . . ."

Dean: "Who is it?—I can't see! Cas, move your drunk head!"