Sam flailed away at the top of the closet, knocking a top hat to the floor.

"Oh, come on!" Cursing, he looked around and saw a long stick propped up in the corner of the closet. He grabbed it, rooted around in the back of the top shelf.

Damn. Nothing.

"Hey, Sammy, check it out!"

Grinning, Dean placed the top hat on his head. "And now," he proclaimed theatrically. "I will transform Sam Winchester into a real boy!"

"Bite me!"

Ignoring his brother, Dean made a series of dramatic motions with his right hand and winced.

"Damned carpal tunnel syndrome!"