Dean returned from the consulting room. It seemed to Sam that he was . . . walking oddly.

"Did you get any intel on the dead hospital porter?" Sam asked.

"That and a whole lot I didn't ask for," Dean snapped. "The doc decided I needed a thorough examination. Do I look old enough to need a prostate check?"

"It's not the years, Dean; it's the mileage."

Dean glared. "Next time, you can pretext as the patient."

Sam responded with an appropriate hand gesture.

"Don't!" Dean growled. "That's not even funny."

Sam grinned, wickedly. "It's a little bit funny," he insisted.