"Sam!" Dean's voice roared through the shabby motel room. "Sam, you son of a...." Dean stopped himself just in time before he insulted his own mother.
Sam poked his head around the counter, which separated the bedroom from the small kitchenette, to see what the matter was this time.
"I've put up with you and your crap for all these months! I've accepted that you've become best buddies with that demon whore! I've accepted that you dipped yourself into all these... ape-ass... bat-shit, crazy, demon.... stuff! But this...?" Dean waved his arms around wildly, his face turning a deep purple. "This!!" His voice reached a dangerous level and was close to cracking. "This is just too much!" He gasped for air and glared at Sam in a way that would have turned the hellhounds of Lucifer into whimpering little puppies.
Sam looked from his brother to the cause of this conundrum, which sat innocently in the otherwise empty fridge. A box that had once held six, delicious, chocolate covered, cream-filled donuts.
"You! Ate! Them! All!"
Sam looked back at his brother, shrugged and returned his attention to his laptop, to continue his research about the moor that haunted a small town in rural Germany.
