"What the hell Sam, you doin' a Stevie Wonder impression?"
Dean glanced over at Sam who was twisting his body from side to side.
"Ha ha Dean. I have an itch. And I... can't… ugh…reach it."
Sam struggled to reach the itch.
"Want me to itch it for you?"
"Scratch, Dean, it's scratch, not itch. you have an itch, and you scratch it to abate it.
Dean walked over to Sam.
"Actually dorkus, you, have an itch, and I'm about to deracinate it for you."
Sam's mouth dropped open.
Dean chuckled.
"You're not the only one with big words Sammy."