Sam walks into the kitchen, he grabs a glass out of the cupbord. He still can't believe they have cupbords now. His eyes land on a pitcher on the table,'D must have been making something earlier' Sam thinks. He pours him self a full glass, topping it off with some ice from the freezer.
He walks out into /bat-central/ as D calls it. Another of the many examples of why he is yes a mature responsable adult. Swallowing his first mouthful Sam brings the glass up to the light. It dosen't tast like anything he's ever had before. When he's downed almost half the glass and Sam finally grasps what it tast like. Ice tea, from that place in montana. When he and D where teenagers. Where they put a gooey white sugar-frosting thing on the rim of the glass. Sam had loved that ice tea.
"Hey Dean, what's in this ice tea? It's great!" Sam yells up to Dean.
Dean yells back, "What ice tea sammy? All that's in the kitchen is drangen penis in a pitcher."
"Why?" Sam just puts his glass back down. So that's why D was so smug when sam wanted seconds back in Montana. And it was D's-oh!
"Your fucking sick dude!" Sam yells, he's going to have to bleach is mouth and brains.