[Dean is still trying to master the weird jewelry-based communication device, and while his original intention was to call his brother to bitch, the call ends up as public.]Charm? What kind of crap superpower is that? I was already charming back home! I could charm the pants off a girl any night of the week. Hell, I could charm the pants off two girls at once when I really hit my groove. Why do you get something awesome like
fire magic or whatever while I get squat?
[There's a distinct pause while he waits for a reply, until he realizes—
The sound of things being knocked over plays over the more distant final remark of] GOD I freakin' HATE this place.