Stiles: Dude, you can’t possibly be this tall.
Sam: (on the phone) Hey, Derek. It’ Sam. I found the kid.
Stiles: I am not a kid. You know what? You just think so because you’re clearly overgrown, buddy.
Sam: (on the phone) Yes. Pale skin, Batman t-shirt, won’t stop talking? That’s definitely the person the only words you bother to utter are about.
Stiles: Wha- Was that Derek? Derek Hale? Derek ‘Sourwolf’ Hale? Derek ‘I-hate-Stil-
Sam: Yes, Stiles. And I’m Sam Winchester. Nice to meet you.
Stiles: Nice to meet you too, Gigan- oh my God, wait a minute. You’re shitting me, right? The Sam Winchester? The one from the Carver Edlund’s books?
Sam: Uh, I’m pretty sure he didn’t mention the last name in the books.
Stiles: Holy God you are! And dude, you clearly underestimate me.
Sam: Come on, Bruce Wayne. Derek’s going to kill me if I don’t bring you back immediately. And Dean’s going to kill me if I leave him with Derek too long.
Stiles: How exactly do you know Derek? Shouldn’t you be, like, arch enemies anyway?
Sam: He, uh, saved Dean’s ass once.
Stiles: You are so telling me this story.