Dean made a disgusted noise at Sam. “Mom and dad should have left you under that gooseberry bush where they found you! Horrible lanky thing! And don’t be putting that pink stingy stuff on me either…I mean it!”
He sat back, bracing himself on his hands, already feeling the beginnings of a killer headache, but things could be…and had been…worse. They could still have their movie night before they had to get back on the job tomorrow.