Here's the deal. You guys swear your lifelong loyalty to me through the process of selling your souls down the drain -- in my name, of course -- and I won't brutally maim and murder you and your loved ones. Well, probably not.
I'll think about it.
Except for you, Dean. I'm just gonna kill you. ;)
For the record?
Sam, isn't Sam. I don't know who he is yet but that is NOT my husband.
Be very careful.
I am way too pregnant to deal with each person individ
[Filtered to "new" people]
Hi. I'm Jo Harvelle-Shurley. I own a saloon in town.
I know this is going to sound crazy, but you've all bee brought to Lawrence, Kansas. Most Some of you were already here and were...different from how you're acting now, so I'm not fully sure what's going on there, but that's why there are people around here acting like they know you, and that's why some of you woke up in places with pictures of yourselves.
You've essentially landed in the middle of a apocalypse - yes, a literal battle against the devil himself. Now you can go ahead with the questions. And if you need a drink, my Roadhouse is at [address].
[Filtered to those unaffected]
Those of you not affected by whatever the hell is going on here, please sound off here.
[Dean & Sam]
Please tell me you two are okay.
[Roadhouse Employees]
Are you three okay? Chuck's acting different.