sending out an sos

What's a girl gotta do for a little fun in this damn town?

Well well, if it isn't the littlest Trammel.

Awwwh, there’s nothing wrong with snapping a few necks and listening to a few screams along the way. Or we can just skip that part and I can help you track down these bigger fish to fry. We’ll make it a bonfire the size of the city. C’mon, you know it’s way more fun than going it alone.

I'm going to have to decline the help frying the fish, I can do that on my own, Blondie.  I don't need anyone's help.  But you know me well, I can never say no to fire.

Oh that’s boring. It’s so much more fun when they try to get in the way. Just a little plaything to keep you occupied on your way to whatever you’re actually after… Which is what, exactly? 

Right, well you can occupy your time with shiny things and cute little games of cat and mouse, Barbie, I've got bigger fish to fry.

Deals. How does that - what demon has that kind of juice?  S’never been the Winchester way and I’m not gonna start now, doll. But thanks for the pep talk. 

Classified information handsome, that'll cost you a little more than an idle threat or a cute little smile.  The Winchester way.  Cute.  Hey, any time.  I do motivational speaking on my days off.

No. One more chance.

Oh relax, skippy.  A deal was made here and there and then bing bang boom, next thing you know, heaven's sealed.  And I'm fairly confident that even the great Winchester duo won't be able to put a stop to it and save the world last minute, so you may as well just enjoy what little time you have while it lasts, yeah?

Is that a promise?  Memory serves, you’ve been out of the pit so long you’ve gotten rather tame.

Says the one wearing the meatsuit of a child.

Well, since I have time, then… who locked heaven’s doors and why?

Sorry, your three seconds are up.  Now move.

How ‘bout ya make me?

Or I could do something uncharacteristic for me and give you until the count of three.

Seriously?! I am a great baker. 

I don't doubt that, Barbie.

Thats a surprise, most girls would die defending their paisley one pieces and freakish headbands.

In case you haven't noticed, sweetheart, I'm not like most girls.

Its possible that I may have overdone the Christmas baking this year..

Poison or not, there's absolutely no chance I would eat them anyway.

Some hell, you say.

Well of course.. In this generation, I’m about as good as it gets. 

I definitely wouldn't go that far, but you're mildly tolerable, Blondie.

It’s a style. Not that I’m into it, but thats all I can say. Besides, girls have some of the worst fashion choices I’ve ever seen. I mean uggs? Really?

Hey, I think the female fashion of this generation is just as bad, if not worse than the males, so you won't catch me arguing with you on that.

I do too, I’m pretty sure I was born at the wrong time. 

Well now, that's refreshing, I must say.  

When the hell did saying ‘swiggity swag’ become a thing? Though the better question might be, why?

Even better question - why do the boys of this generation think that wearing their pants around their ankles is even remotely attractive?