Disclaimer: Oh, how I love 'em, but I don't own them.
"Sammy, you gotta go to the bathroom?"
"No," Sam sighed knowing what was coming. "Is this
necessary, Dean?"
"Okay. You've got the remote and snacks. I even got
you a few books, and I'm gonna let you enjoy my
special magazine collection-tissues on the nightstand."
"Fantastic. Did you have to handcuff me to the bed?"
"Don't be such a baby, I left one hand free. Can't risk
you making that ankle worse. Now, I'm
gonna go finish off this werewolf. Do you have
everything you need?"
"Oh, here's a soda bottle in case you need to tinkle."
"I'm calling Bobby about this."