'Okay, let's play kiss, marry, kill.'

'Really? Road games?'

'You don't know how to play, do you?'

'Fine, I'll humour you. How do you play?'

'I say the names of like, three celebrities. You decide to kiss, marry, or kill. Like, if you said to me, uh, Beyoncé, Kesha and Miley Cyrus? I'd say kiss Kesha, marry Beyoncé, and kill Miley.'

'Oooh, fun game.'

'We'll do a hunters version. So … Michael, Lucifer, or Castiel?'

'Are you kidding me? That's sick.'

'Come on, you have to answer. Kiss, marry, kill.'

'Kill is easy, I'd take Lucifer out. But that doesn't mean I'd make out with Cas or Michael.'

'Well, if it helps, the only times we've seen Michael use a vessel, he used Dad in the past, and Adam. You couldn't marry him, because it would be incest, kinda.'

'Great, fine, kiss Michael, marry Cas. You jackass. Okay, my turn. Garth, Becki, or Chuck.'

'I already married Becki.'

'Huh. Interesting.'

'Kill Garth, I guess.'

'You'd kiss Chuck?'

'Wait, what? No! Stop laughing, asshole! Fine, Bobby, Crowley, or Dick Roman.'

'You're playing dirty now, Sammy.'

'Just answer the damn question!'