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"Dean, I know you miss dad, and I do to, but you need to talk about it for it to get better man."

"Sam-"

"Don't argue with me on this, just-"

"Sam! Shut up!"

The room went silent. Wow, Dean really didn't expect that to work.

He looked over to Sam who was opening and closing his mouth like a dying fish. Okay, that wasn't normal.

"Sam, why did you stop talking?"

Sam just glared at Dean and kept trying to talk which wasn't working to great.

"Dude, seriously, this is weird. You got any ideas on why you turned into a mime all the sudden, freaking tell me."

"You told me to shut up."

"Yeah, but since when do you listen to me?"

"I don't know, it's not like I meant to Dean."

"Okay, I'm gonna try something here."

"Dean, I don't know what you're thinking but-"

"Quack like a duck."

Sam tried to yell at Dean for being stupid, but all that came out were angry quacks.

"Okay, now hop on one foot."

A continuous thud was heard in the room as Sam hopped on only one foot.

"Stop and roll over."

Sam quickly did as he was told before he was told to stop again.

"Dude, this is weird. Think you ticked someone off?"

"Quack!"

"Oh right, uh sorry my bad. Stop quacking."

Sam glared at Dean with a shut mouth.

"What? Oh, come-on, does it have to be that specific?"

Sam nodded silently at Dean.

"Fine, Sam, talk, but only if you want to."

"You freaking JERK!"

"Hey, it's not my fault your weird all the sudden!"

Dean ducked out of the way of a speeding pillow aim at his face.