Dean and Sam were sat in the grimy motel room, perched on the end of the two double beds, bickering again. 'There was no need to touch my laptop, Dean' Sam huffed. 'And there was no need to look at me like that across that table in the diner!', Dean fired back, 'so it's your fault if I needed to sort out an "issue" you caused.'
'You shouldn't have started touching my thigh while I was ordering!' Sam voiced, almost shouting. Dean turned from where he was sitting and frustratedly responded 'Bite me'.
The room fell silent, and awkwardness began to set in. The only sound was the clock ticking and traffic passing by as the silence stretched on.
'Where?' Sam whispered breathily, standing slowly and moving carefully towards Dean. He reached the foot of the bed Dean was sat on and stood looking down at his brother. Tension filled the room as Dean craned his neck to look up at Sam. He opened his mouth to answer, and just as he began to speak, he was interrupted by a loud beeping. 'Let me get back to you on that.' Dean sighed, and went to retrieve the offending object - his phone - and saw it was Garth calling. Answering it, he spoke bluntly, grumbling 'This better be important.' After a few minutes of shouting and angry gesturing, Dean hung up, smiled and turned round to a shy and awkward Sammy.
'Now, where were we?'