Impala: Yes and no. I do miss being pampered by Dean. I don’t miss it is because of all the sex he had in the back seats of me.
Dean: Hey, hun.
Dean: Hey! The only mouth that is allowed to kiss mine is Cas, sugar.
Dean: This spell would be perfectly fine if Cas didn’t look like a twelve year old, hun.
Cas: Until someone gives us an antidote or some type of spell that could turn us back we can just cuddle or watch something.
Dean: Cuddling still seems really awkward but yeah we can try that, babe.
Sammy: Not this spell again.
Dean: Well ain’t I a lucky son of a bitch. How does it feel to be shorter then me Sammy,hun?
Sammy: Oh shove it will you.
Cas: Dean, how come you’re not younger?
Dean: I don’t know––ah we can’t do anything because you look like you’re twelve. Son of a bitch,sugar!
Sammy: Ha! Sucks for you.
Charlie: Of course. You choose the place, time and day and we’ll be there.
Kevin: I’m down for some pizza. Yeah let’s go!
Dean: Taking the mark of Cain?
Dean: This spell is a pain in the ass, hun.
Dean: Oh no, put me the hell down. Sammy,honey!
Dean: No hun. I enjoy eating food…a lot but I don’t think working at a sandwich shop would be a good job choice for me especially when I was younger. I’d probably eat the food while making it and end up being fired, sweetheart.