What if Sam decided not to get up one day?
"It was the Heat of the moment…"
Sam bolted up in bed and then lay back down immediately.
"Rise and shine, Sammy," Dean said from the other bed.
"No," Sam said.
"I want breakfast," Dean whined.
"Go ahead. Don't have sausage. Don't take a shower, don't shave, don't pet any dogs, stay away from the Mystery Spot, stay away from the archery range, and look both ways before you cross the street," Sam instructed from bed.
"Anything else?" Dean asked sarcastically, thinking that was a very odd list of instructions.
"Oh, yeah. Watch for falling desks." Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Dean stepped outside, shaking his head, and fell headfirst down the stairs.
"It was the Heat of the Moment…"
The End