Supernatural2005

Death:
Sit down. It took you long enough to find me. I've been wanting to talk to you.

Dean Winchester:
[Fearful, cautious] I gotta say... mixed feelings about that. So, is this the part where... [Clears his throat] where you kill me? [He tries to smile bravely]

Death:
[Gives Dean a long look as Dean's smiles disappears. Very measured and calm] You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me, a thing like you, well... Think how you'd feel if a bacteria sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So, I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.