Supernatural, Season 2

Hendrickson:
: [on the phone, in the command center] This is Special Agent Victor Hendrickson.

Dean:
Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now.

Hendrickson:
Good. Me neither.

Dean:
So-

Hendrickson:
It's my job to bring you in; alive's a bonus but not necessary.

Dean:
Whoa. That's kinda harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?

Hendrickson:
Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean? [Dean looks horrified] I want you and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam, too. Bonnie to your Clyde.

Dean:
Yeah, well, that part's true, but how'd you even know we were here?

Hendrickson:
Go screw yourself, that's how I knew. It's become my job to know about you, Dean. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad.

Dean:
[darkly] Hey, you don't know crap about my dad.

Hendrickson:
Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was. White supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to.

Dean:
You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero.

Hendrickson:
Yeah. Right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic.

Dean:
[pounds his forehead in frustration as he hangs up the phone.]