Supernatural2005

Crowley:
Lucifer isn't a demon. Remember? He's an angel, an angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him you're just filthy bags of pus. That's the way he feels about *you*. What can he think about us?

Sam Winchester:
But he *created* you.

Crowley:
To him we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So. Help me. Huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures! I'm in *sales*, damn it. So what do you say? What if I give you this thing, and you go kill the Devil? [he holds out the Colt, Sam hesitantly takes it]

Sam Winchester:
Okay.

Crowley:
[grinning] Great.

Sam Winchester:
You wouldn't happen to know where the Devil *is*, perchance, would you?

Crowley:
Thursday... Birdies tell me he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri.

Sam Winchester:
Great. Thanks. [he puts the Colt to Crowley's head, pulls the trigger, nothing happens]

Crowley:
Oh yeah, right, you probably need some more ammunition.