Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Dean walked into the waiting room and glared at Sam. "Let's go."
Dean was pushing the door open when the doctor stopped them. "Mr. Plant, you forgot your prescription." Dean sighed and rolled his eyes before taking the slip of paper. "Thanks, Doc."
"Why do you need a prescription?" Sam asked as Dean tossed the prescription on the ground.
"I have TMJ. It's like arthritis or something. Whatever, I can take it," Dean replied.
Sam just shook his head before retrieving the prescription. "Maybe you can take the pain, but I can't take you when you're in pain. We're getting it filled."
