(Sam and Dean in Mick Davies' office, not sure if the meeting is going to end in a handshake or bloodshed)
Mick: I'm glad you gentlemen have taken the time to meet with me. This has been a long time coming.
Dean: Just cut the crap, and tell us why we're here.
Mick: As I'm sure you know, we have been watching you lads for years, and I have to say I'm rather impressed.
Sam: Look, we've talked about this before, we don't want to be your "tools". We've made mistakes, but we're damn good at our job!
Mick: Sam, I'm not talking about using your muscle. in fact, the British Men of Letters have prided themselves on intellectual excellence for generations.
(Sam straightens up in his chair, ready to listen to more. Dean rolls his eyes [here we go, they want my brilliant brother])
Mick: The level of your knowledge astounds me. Not only when it comes to Lore, but to strategy, critical thinking, humanity.. I say, I've never actually met anyone with an IQ over 200, 213 to be exact
(Sam grins slightly but lowers his head in mild embarrassment)
Dean: Yeah, well you should try living with him then.
Mick: I meant both of you Mr Winchester.
The brothers both look shocked for a moment, Sam smile's and smacks Dean on the back
Sam: See Dean? I told you you're a friggin genius!
(Dean, smiles awkwardly, then beams with pride... just like when he killed Hitler)