Sam: Don’t forget, I’m the dungeon master this weekend.

Dean: Wrong Sam. It’s my turn. Hey, do you think there will be pie?

Dean: “So - do you have a bigger cup?”

Sam: “What the Hell is that creepy thing at the window on your door?”

Dean: “Not lookin. Nope!”

Sam: “I get that you’re a Sam girl but ya gotta lift the curse and unfreeze Deans lips!”

Sam: So---- Maybe------ Nah, I got nothing
Dean: (pause) Me either.

Sam: So, can you please tell us what you saw?

Dean: What’s with all the lemon in this tea?

Sam: Dean, I keep telling you it’s not hot. You don’t have to keep blowing on it.

Dean: You can never be too careful, Sammy.

Sam: “We’re here from the S.E.M.A.I.U.”

Server of AppleCider: “The S.E.M.A.I.U?”

Dean: “Like the B.A.U. without all the murder. Sam here’s our-“

Sam: “Spencer Reid?”

Dean: “Garcia.”

Server of AppleCider: “Baby Doll? That makes you?”

Dean: “Derek Morgan of course!”

Server of AppleCider: “Oh he’s so dreamy!”

Dean: “Yes. Anyway, we are here at the express request of our auspicious Director Nate Winchester-“

Sam: “Auspicious?”

Dean: “Netflix-“

Sam: “Huh. Not quite the word I would use for the Other, Other Winchester-“

Dean: “You’re digressing...”

Sam: “Digressing?”

Dean: “Netflix.”

Sam: “Digressing. Yes. Ahem. S.E.M.A.I.U. The Season Eleven Myth Arc Investigative Unit. Kansas Division.”

Server of AppleCider: “May I see some identification?”

Dean: “They’re still being printed. Now in your own words-“

Sam: “Who else’s words would they be?”

Dean: “Shuddup Penelope. In your own words, tell us exactly what happened.”

Server of AppleCider: “Well there was this handsome man in a jaunty cap. Come to think of it, you and him look a little alike-“

Dean: “A little?”

Sam: *Employing the Soulful Empathetic Puppy Dog Eyes Of Sympathy*. “Please go on-“

Server of AppleCider: “And he asked me the strangest question. “What do you want?” And I said, why, the meaning to the myth arc of Season Eleven of course!”

Dean: “More valuable than BitCoin!”

Sam: “Dean, BitCoins in the crapper-uh, I mean, toilet.”

Dean: “And? What’d he say?”

Server of AppleCider: “He didn’t have a chance. Some wild eyed woman with a caped hood broke through the door and stabbed him right in the upper arm before he could say!”

Dean: “Damn it Cas. Vulcan mind meld my ass. You had one job!”

Sam: “Thank you for your help.”

Dean: “We’ll let ourselves out.”

*Door shuts*

Sam: “What are you hiding behind your back? Is that the Flash cup? Put it back!”

Dean: “As soon as you return the cat mug in your pocket!”

Sam: "Why do I have to be Robin? You're Robin!"

Dean: "I'm definitely Batman. Facts are facts Sammy."

Dean (thinking): “How long must I keep this disgusting muddy water in my mouth before they're distracted enough for me to spit it in the ash tray?“

Sam: “Did you know that rinsing your mouth with this special brew might cause impotence?“

Dean: “Oh that’s right... Sam asked for Chamomile tea. Disgusting!”

Sam: “Ha! That’s what he gets for switching mugs! Smartass.”

*Dean wondering what ever became of the jaunty cap*

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