Dean sat amidst a heap of wires and screws, the motel's TV sitting on the floor in front of him. He threw down the screwdriver in frustration.
"I give up!" he said, sighing, "This thing's never going to work."
Sam looked up from behind the stack of books, and local newspapers he was using to research their next job.
"Can I take a look?" Sam asked. He looked inside, then stuck his hands in, and suddenly the TV flared to life.
Dean stared at him in amazement.
"Dude, what did you do?"
Sam just smiled and went back to researching.