Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
[on cell phone] Talking about the Colt, right? As in, *the* Colt?

Castiel:
We are.

Dean Winchester:
Well that doesn't make any sense, I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that - kills demons?

Castiel:
[shouting over a passing truck] What? What, Dean - I didn't, I didn't get that.

Dean Winchester:
[laughing] Y'know it's kinda funny, talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped.

Castiel:
[irritated] This isn't funny, Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!

Dean Winchester:
Okay, all right. Look, I, I'm tellin' you Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now.

Castiel:
Well, I hear differently. And if it's true, and if you are still set on the *insane* task of killing the Devil, this is how we do it.

Dean Winchester:
Okay, where do we start?

Castiel:
Where are you now?

Dean Winchester:
Uh, Kansas City... [looks at his room key] Century Hotel, room 113.

Castiel:
I'll be there immediately. [starts to hang up, Dean stops him]

Dean Winchester:
Whoa whoa whoa, no, no, come on man, I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm *human*. There's stuff I gotta do.

Castiel:
What stuff?

Dean Winchester:
Eat, for example; in this case sleep, I just need like four hours every once in a while, okay?

Castiel:
Yes.

Dean Winchester:
Okay, so you can pop in tomorrow morning.

Castiel:
Yes. [Dean hangs up] I'll just... [hears the dial tone, hangs up, a little exasperated]... wait here, then.