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Sam Winchester:
I don't understand.

Dean Winchester:
Me neither.

Sam Winchester:
I mean, shouldn't it be *Dea*stiel?

Dean Winchester:
Really? That's your issue with this?

Sam Winchester:
No. Of course, it's not my issue. You know... how about... Sastiel? Samstiel?

Dean Winchester:
Okay. Alright. You know what? You're gonna do that thing... where you just shut the hell up. Forever.

Sam Winchester:
[Chuckles, then... ] Look. Man, no EMF, no hex bags. None of the props are even remotely hinky. Other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all, I got nothin'. You?

Dean Winchester:
No, Miss Chandler's office was just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's probably face down in a bar somewhere. Or a ditch. Alright, so what? This, this whole... this whole musical thing, everything, it's just... is it... It's all a coincidence? There is no case?

Sam Winchester:
Unless you're seein' somethin' I'm not. No, Dean, there's no case here.

Dean Winchester:
[Upset, but resigned to Sam's logic] Okay. [He walks around the car to get in while Sam gets a thoughtful look on his face]

Sam Winchester:
[Turns to Dean as a thought occurs] Casdean?

Dean Winchester:
Shut your face! Get in the car!