Nuh-uh. No friggin' way. This is not happening. Just – no.

Dean, we deal with creatures everyone else thinks exist only in bad movies. Why can't these be real too?

That excuse is getting really old. Find a new one.

'There are more things in Heaven and Earth-'

Earth, Sam! Not outer space!

And Heaven.

Oh, yeah, because those self-pompous douches are so much better.

Dude, just look up.

… Those damn Russians?

They're pyramids

Egyptians, then.

In space.

So?

Heading towards Earth, not away.

So they circled around and forgot where they're supposed to land.

Dude…

I refuse to believe in aliens, Sam!

Fine! How about this – there's some big bad supernatural creature who's accessed a secret Russian –

- Egyptian –

- Egyptian spaceship full of experimental technology and has taken control of it, planning to take over the world by means of a previously unknown army of humanoid supernatural creatures. Now we have to figure out how to destroy them if-slash-when they land again. That sound any better, Dean?

Strangely, no.

Yeah, I didn't think so either.

...

...

So... aliens?

It is pretty cool to think about.

You're such a geek, Sam. I bet you're trying to brush up on your Klingon.

From what the newscasters were saying, it sounds like sharpshooting practice would be better.

Is there anything specific on how to gank them?

No, they didn't mention anything. But they've got just about every active military serviceperson on call with normal weapons, so I guess it's just a matter of hitting something vital.

That's good. But what if they're anatomy is all messed up? Like they have their heart in their ass, or something. People think that might happen. Maybe we'll shoot them and they'll just act like they died.

… You totally saw that on TV.

Hey! Buffy's a hot hunting machine, what's not to like?

But Dean, that was an episode of Angel, not Buffy.

And how the hell would you know that?

Because I'm a geek, idiot. You totally watched Angel!

Well – so did you! Hey, do you hear something?

Don't you dare try and change the – do you hear that weird disembodied voice too?

Shh.

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Oh, no friggin' way. We don't need you here, asshole!

Dean, stop yelling. The broadcast is gone and they probably can't hear you.

Well, they're gonna start hearing me soon. Because when I get my hands on that pompous ass –!

Calm down.

As if one God weren't bad enough, now we have a second coming in and trying to screw things up? Great plan!

Dean!

And your fashion sense sucks! C'mon, Sammy. We're going to Colorado Springs.

That's alien central.

Exactly. It's the last place they'd expect us to be.

A kind of, 'the closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm' sort of thing?

What?

Nevermind.

Besides, we can do a lot more damage there then this middle of nowhere town.

Inbound traffic should be pretty light as well.

That's the spirit! And we can swing by a couple gas stations. I'm sure I can remember dad's old recipe for napalm…