[Dean tossed the book in his hands across the tent carelessly - anger and frustration coursing through every vein in his body.] I ain’t made for this stupid research crap. I need a beer.
Hey now little lady, you’d better put that tongue back in your mouth right now.
- Did Sam put you up to this?
Sam? Nah. I’d like to put him up to somethin’, though..
I don’t - think, um… You’re acting really weird.
And you’re beautiful. We done stating the obvious yet?
- Dean? That’s literally your oldest pickup ever.
… Why are you using pickup lines?
Is it workin’?
'Cause I've got this.. Ache..
that’s exactly what I want to do.
Let’s.. L-Let’s get back to that tent.
What’s up with you?
I’m old enough.
Then why don’t we go back to one, or I could pull off my clothes and we can do it right here.
..How old are you?