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Michael: "I missed you so much."

Balthazar: "Ditto, Mikey."

Gabriel: "What are you doing here?"

Balthazar: "Oh, just passing through. Then, I hear this loudass car, so I knew it could only be my favorite moronic brothers."

Lucifer: "Stupid! I hate you."

Balthazar: "You were just jealous I was British with a hot accent. . . . .Who are you?"

Sam: "I'm Sam and that's Dean."

Dean: "I'm Dean."

Sam: "Yeah, I just said that."

Cas: ". . . ."

Balthazar: "Hello, I'm Balthazar. . . .The infamous Winchesters?"

Dean: "Infamous?"

Lucifer: "More like idiot."

Gabriel: "Look who's talking."

Lucifer: "I don't know. Because when I look at you, I can't see you you're too short."

Balthazar: "Hey, fuck and fucker shut up, I'm talking to someone."

Gabriel: ". . . ."

Lucifer: ". . . ."

Dean: ". . . .You can control them?"

Balthazar: "Sure. They're just Angels."

Sam: "Archangels."

Balthazar: "The Winchesters. . . .Yeah, not what I expected."

Dean: "What'd you expect some romance novel dude? James Bond?"

Balthazar: "Well, I didn't think fucking sasquatches were real."

Sam: ". . . ."

Balthazar: "But, whatever. Gabriel told me they were like Pinky and the Brain."

Dean: "Who're they?"

Balthazar: "Now, I see it's more like Sonny and Cher."

Gabriel: "I'm not that short!"

Lucifer: "You live under a mushroom!"

Gabriel: "You have an IQ of a nut! Archangel? Please! Maybe that's why Dad had you dropped down a cage. That's where they put the dog."

Lucifer: "I'm THE Archangel, baby."

Balthazar: "Yeah, I don't know why though. Ya'll should've been Cupids."

Michael: "The way they act, it's like they're in love with each other."

Gabriel: "Lucy? I don't date cavemen."

Lucifer: "I don't fuck someone less than four feet."

Cas: ". . . ."

Balthazar: "Who're they? The Hobo and old guy?"

Michael: "Those two are-"

Balthazar: "Don't really care, I'm interested in the Winchesters."

Chuck: "Hoo, rejected."

Bobby: "Who you callin' old?"

Balthazar: "I'm sorry, is there a lesser being than dirt talking to me?"

Dean: "Hey, don't say that about Bobby?"

Balthazar: "Ohh, he's Bobby?"

Chuck: "Well, at least you're famous in Heaven."

Bobby: "Yaaay."

Balthazar: "Michael, why do you trouble yourself with these people?"

Michael: "I don't really know."

Balthazar: "Oh, that's right. Daddy cut off his spoiled brats."

Gabriel: "It sucks so badly. This car, I fucking hate it! And, not being able to create whatever I want!"

Balthazar: "You mean like this?"

Gabriel: "Pie!"

Balthazar: "No, down boy. . . .Or this for Lucy?"

Lucifer: ". . . .What is that?"

Dean: "What is that? That's a fucking llama!"

Lucifer: ". . . .That's what a llama looks like?"

Sam: "Yes!"

Lucifer: ". . . .It's shit ass ugly!"

Balthazar: "Like you!"

Lucifer: ". . . .It's supposed to be more-"

Gabriel: "Last time—LLAMA'S AREN'T SQUARES!"

Michael: "Does that mean you don't want it anymore?"

Lucifer: "No, fuck you! I wanna llama!"

Michael: "Why! You think it's ugly!"

Lucifer: "So? I want a llama! You don't have a llama, and then I'll rub my llama in your face!"

Michael: "Well, I'll rub my UNICORN in your face!"

Sam: "You have a unicorn?"

Michael: "Yup. I call him Charlie."

Dean: "Charlie the Unicorn?"

Sam: "See? Unicorns are real!"

Dean: "Oh, shut up."

Balthazar: "Does the younger Winchester desire a unicorn? Well, here."

Sam: "A unicorn!"

Dean: "No! You can't keep the unicorn Sam!"

Cas: ". . . ."

Sam: "Dean, it's a fucking unicorn!"

Dean: "No! It's going to fuck up my Impala? Where are you going to keep it? A museum?"

Balthazar: "Boys, I lied. It's gone."

Sam: "Ah!"

Balthazar: "Like I'd really give you a unicorn."

Gabriel: "See! This is what he does!"

Lucifer: "He dangles something in front of you then takes it back!"

Gabriel: "Just like the Devil!"

Balthazar: "Oh, quit whining yah mooks! It's fucking annoying!"

Michael: "I love him so much."

Balthazar: "Whoa, back off Romeo. Hey, who's that dude? The one lying in the car?"

Sam: "That's Cas."

Balthazar: ". . . .He dead?"

Sam: "No. Just drunk."

Balthazar: "Wait, Cas? As in Castiel?"

Gabriel: "Yeah."

Balthazar: "Ahh! Favorite brother of mine!"

Michael: "I thought I was your favorite?"

Balthazar: "Oh, I just told you that so you'll gush over me. Cas, why are you drunk, my nerdy little Angel?"

Cas: ". . . ."

Balthazar: ". . . .Dude, you're going to have a massive headache when you wake up, just FYI."

Lucifer: "Hey, butthole. He can't hear you."

Balthazar: "Which also means he can't hear you. He's so lucky."

Lucifer: "Don't talk to Satan like that! Plus, I'm older!"

Balthazar: "Satan? Please. You're barely evil. You're like Dr. Evil."

Chuck: "Is anyone else scared? There are so many Angels here."

Bobby: "Are you gonna shit your pants?"

Chuck: "Maybe just a little."

Cas: ". . . .Hm?"

Dean: "Cas-"

Balthazar: "Hey, Castiel! I missed you soo much! Gimme a hug!"

Cas: "Why is this guy hugging me? Wait, Balthazar?"

Balthazar: "Hi, Cassie! Your favorite brother's here!"

Dean: "Yeah, whatever about him. You okay?"

Sam: "You have a hangover?"

Lucifer: "Oh. I thought Cas was dead."

Cas: "Why is everyone yelling at me? My head hurts like a bitch."

Dean: "We're not yelling. . . .Did Cas just swear?"

Sam: "He has a hangover."

Cas: ". . . .It's too damn bright. Fuck you, Sun!"

Dean: "You can't see the sun, Cas. Plus, it's night."

Cas: "Who asked you, know-it-all?"

Dean: "Man, I love drunk Cas."

Bobby: "When was Cas ever drunk?"

Sam: "When he found a liquor store and drank it."

Dean: "In the future. Like, 2014. He even had orgies."

Cas: "Orgies? Where? I wanna join."

Balthazar: "Dude, your hangover rocks!"

Cas: ". . . .Who the fuck are you?"

Balthazar: "Balthazar."

Cas: ". . . .Oh. You're old. . . .Hehehehe. . . .And British."

Michael: "By the way, how'd you find us?"

Balthazar: "A little birdy told me. Well a little Crowley did! Hahahaha!"

Dean: "Crowley? I'm gonna fucking gank his ass!"

Gabriel: "Crowley? His ass is grass! Hehehehe, did I sound like Dean-o?"

Michael: "You're close with him?"

Balthazar: "Sure, he's the King of Hell. A better one, Lucy."

Lucifer: "Whatever."

Balthazar: "He has great taste in well, money and stuff like me. Big houses nice cars. . . .And he's British like me."

Cas: "Does anyone have aspirin? Like the size of Texas?"

Balthazar: "Here you go, Cassie!"

Gabriel: "So, you'll create stuff for him but not us?"

Lucifer: "We're your brothers too!. . . .I think."

Balthazar: "Yes, but I actually like him. Anyways, where are you headed?"

Michael: "A motel. But generally, Texas."

Balthazar: "Why? Let's check out Pandora!"

Michael: "Lucifer wants a llama."

Balthazar: ". . . .Hahaha! You're ALL going just for a damn llama because Lucifer wants one? Man, you're like his bitches!"

Lucifer: "Hahaha! Yeah!"

Michael: "No! He's MY bitch."

Gabriel: "You're both my bitches."

Balthazar: "Okay! So, I've decided to join you losers, for a little while."

Gabriel: "Nooo!"

Chuck: "We have no room."

Cas: "Hey-didn't I put you in the trunk?"

Balthazar: "There is no fucking way I'm sitting between you guys. So, I'll just-"

Dean: "Yay! My impala!"

Balthazar: "Have two cars."

Dean: "I love Balthazar! I call shot gun-Ahh!"

Crowley: "I was here first."

Dean: "Sam! Shoot him!"

Sam: "With what? Our stuff is in the trunk."

Gabriel: "Why are you here?"

Crowley: "I'm tight with Balthy."

Balthazar: "I told you I liked him."

Lucifer: "Are you two butt buddies?"

Crowley: "No, you imbecile."

Balthazar: "That's it, you ain't riding with us! Sam, Dean, get in the car, you too Cas!"

Crowley: "No more."

Balthazar: "All you lesser people, you people, will ride in that ugly piece of shit."

Gabriel: "But, I wanna ride with Sam!"

Balthazar: "No."

Gabriel: "Stop being a douche!"

Balthazar: "Fine, when you grow two more feet."

Crowley: "Drink milk."

Balthazar: "Got milk?"

Crowley: "Later bitches."

Michael: "Damn."

Lucifer: "I thought you loved him!"

Michael: "Shut up."

Gabriel: "Aww, someone not a favorite anymore?"

Lucifer: "Welcome to the hated club!"

Michael: "Shut up! Get in the car, you filthy humans!"

Bobby: ". . . ."

Chuck: ". . . ."

Michael: "Fucking Angels and humans! I wanna fucking smite something!"

Chuck: ". . . .I think I might die in this car."