"Dean, this is stupid. Why are we doing this?" Sam asked.
Dean had driven out to this abandoned warehouse outside Grand Stern, Ohio where they had been hiding out since they sent the leviathan back to purgatory where they belonged, and had blindfolded Sam before leading him inside.
"Both your ears may be workin' now, Sammy, but your brain ain't used to using both of your ears at the same time to figure out where sound is coming from," Dean replied from out in the distance. "The goal is real simple. I am gonna hit the ground around you with this golf club. All you have to do is catch me."
Dean was standing just behind Sam on his right. "Ready?" he called.
Sam sighed.
*Thwack*
Dean hit the club against the concrete floor and it made a loud, echoing crack.
Sam shrugged. "I can't really tell where you are. Behind me?"
"Focus, Sam!" Dean barked.
*Thwack*
This time Dean was closer to Sam.
*Thwack*
Sam lunged blindly to his right, stumbling as Dean circled in front of him.
*Thwack*
Sam shuffled forward waving his arms out in front of him looking for Dean.
*Thwack*
Dean was behind Sam a few feet away on his left. Sam circled right and shuffled forward, walking away from Dean.
*Thwack*
Dean stayed put, letting Sam reorient himself in the right direction.
*Thwack*
Sam rushed forward, headed almost straight for Dean. He missed Dean by inches on his right.
"Close," Dean said, and Sam turned, is arms outstretched and searching for Dean.
"You're getting warmer," said Dean. "Warmer, warmer, warmer. Colder," he called as Sam turned the wrong way.
"Warmer, warmer. Red hot!" he exclaimed as Sam was headed straight toward him.
Sam shuffled the last few feet forward and collided with Dean. Dean reached up and undid the blindfold, smiling.
"Not bad for a first try, Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes. "It's harder than it looks, Dean."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."