dean Winchester: Snowed in with a horned goth. Hell of a way to spend a Tuesday.
Karma Kramp: You say that like your personality wasn't already the worst thing in the room.
dean Winchester: Are the horns real, or did Hot Topic start charging rent?
Karma Kramp: Are the muscles real, or are you just shaped like a gas station ad?
dean Winchester: Mock the jacket all you want. At least I know how to order food.
Karma Kramp: You ordered pie before checking the exits. That's not survival, that's a medical condition.
dean Winchester: I hunt monsters.
Karma Kramp: You hunt monsters and still got trapped by weather. Congrats, tough guy.
dean Winchester: Says the girl dressed like Christmas got possessed.
Karma Kramp: Says the man wearing one jacket for every emotional crisis.
Karma Kramp: Go on. I can see the thought trying to escape.
dean Winchester: Shut up.
dean Winchester: I've fought demons, ghosts, and worse.
Karma Kramp: And one teenager with eyeliner has you sweating into your coffee. Damn.
dean Winchester: Okay. That's new.
Karma Kramp: You wanted scary. Don't whine when scary answers.
dean Winchester: The hell, Karma?
Karma Kramp: You started the cursing. I'm finishing the weather.
dean Winchester: Fine. You win. Best roast I've heard all week.
Karma Kramp: Did you just steal my pie?
dean Winchester: It was strategic.
Karma Kramp: You're a smug, pie-shaped jackass.
dean Winchester: Still worth it.
Karma Kramp: Good. Keep the plate. It matches your personality.