Dean growled from across the room. Sam looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Go to the dentist, if it's bothering you." He said. Usually he would sympathize with his brother but they had been trying to research a thing that was only hunting librarians and firemen, the whole way through, Dean was grimacing and clutching his jaw.
"It's fine." Dean got out through gritted teeth.
"It's all the pie you eat." Sam sniffed. "If you ate healthy stuff, you wouldn't be moaning."
"I'm not moaning." Dean tried massaging his jaw, his eyes narrowed.
"Ugh." Sam stood up and grabbed his coat from the chair next to him.
"C'mon. We're going to the dentist."
"No, Sam. It's okay."
"If you aren't there in five, I will get a crowbar and smash every damn window on your car."
"I'll be right there."