A nurse bustled cheerfully into the room. "And how are we this evening?"
Dean glowered at her from the bed. "I don't know about you, but my day pretty much sucked."
"Oh, well, it could have been worse!" She eased Dean forward and plumped his pillow. "After all, another inch to the right and you'd have lost your wedding tackle, instead of just having a really nifty scar on your thigh."
Sam, sitting on the bedside chair, snickered, unfazed by his brother's glare.
"Life can always be worse, sweetie," she went on brightly. "Now, how about some nice tapioca pudding?"