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Beau:
Oh, if you're worried about the safety of the prophet, rest assured that we have a strict "no casting, no cursing, no supernaturally flicking the two of you against the wall just for the fun of it" policy.

Sam Winchester:
Is that right? How'd you manage that?

Beau:
Well, I am the right hand of a God, after all - Plutus, specifically.

Dean Winchester:
Is that even a planet anymore?

Beau:
It's the God of Greed. And my liege has warded these premises against Hell, Heaven and beyond - quite necessary against with some of the players we see. And incidentally, quite possibly the safest place your precious prophet could be. Mm. Well, since time is of the essence, perhaps I'll just go ahead and add a plus-three to the prophet's invitation. Copacetic?

[tosses the invitation and vanishes]

Dean Winchester:
Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut!