Dean heard Sam cry out in terror. Without thinking Dean grabbed his gun and burst into the lounge ready to fire. After a sweep of the room and almost shooting a pot plant, Dean noticed Sam sitting on the couch, head on his knees sobbing with fright. The TV was on, a McDonalds commercial coming to an end, Ronald McDonald smiling and waving to the kids. Dean let his gun fall to his side, relieved but annoyed.
"You are such a girly-man Sam."
Sighing, Dean changed the channel and flopped on the couch. He wouldn't leave Sam alone again tonight.