Bobby Singer was sure he had lost his mind taking two snot-nosed idjits camping under the stars. The hunt was a simple enough one, but it took a much more difficult edge when handling two squabbling siblings.
"Dean, you poked me!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "I did not. The stick just sprang up and smacked you."
Sam eyed him suspiciously. "I don't believe you."
Bobby was used to them fighting, but it did not mean he appreciated it in the middle of a hunt. Beckoning Dean over to join him, he leaned in close: "You want to take point so you and Sam don't kill each other?
"I mean, only if you're sure," Dean replied with a wicked grin.