Dean: Two shots here, and he’ll have something fancy with your tiniest umbrella.
Crowley: So…how you been feeling? On edge? Pent-up? Unfulfilled?
Dean: You sound like a Viagra commercial, you know that right?
Crowley: This isn’t about ‘little’ Dean, it’s about the Mark. It changed you.
Dean: I’ve noticed.
(DEAN’s eyes turn black for a moment.)
Crowley: …And I know that you wanna keep the party going, you wanna have fun, fun, fun ’till daddy takes the black eyes away. The fact is; you need to kill now. Not ‘want to’, not ‘choose to’, need to.
(They are given their drinks.)