Supernatural2005

Gerry:
[At a meeting to exchange a shadow ork for Charlie] Greetings, heretics.

Max Hilby:
You should kneel before me, cur.

Dean Winchester:
[Getting impatient] Alright. Why don't you let me...

Gerry:
Silence! [to the Shadow King] Now. Before we exchange, a few announcements. [He and the Shadow King step toward each other and break character] There is a peewee league soccer playoff game tomorrow on the alpha field. We don't want to freak out the mundane, so we gotta move the battle of Kingdoms to the beta...

Dean Winchester:
[All patience gone, he pulls out his gun] Alright. That's it. You know what? I'm gonna do this the old fashioned way.

Sam Winchester:
Dean, don't...

Dean Winchester:
No!

Gerry:
I told you...

Dean Winchester:
Shut up! [Walks up to the Shadow King with his gun] Alright. I need real answers. This here is a real gun. See? [He fires the gun into the ground and everyone but Sam jumps]

Max Hilby:
Whoa! Hold. Hold! Geez!

Dean Winchester:
[Pointing his gun at him] Start talking. Where's the queen?

Max Hilby:
I don't know!

Dean Winchester:
[Pointing his gun at the Tree of Pain on Max's shirt] Yeah, well, your, uh, your little family crest there tells a different story, pal.

Max Hilby:
[Pointing to his shirt] This?

Dean Winchester:
Yeah.

Max Hilby:
[He removes his glove and pulls up his sleeve to show the same tree on his arm] Uh. I got sick last month after this thing just appeared on my arm. I thought it looked really cool so I turned it into my family crest. I mean, after my dermatologist said it wasn't malignant.