"There's nothing on TV." Dean threw the remote control on the bed, flopped down (nearly taking out a lamp in the process) and pulled a pillow over his face.
Sam looked up from the newspaper he'd been reading. "It's the middle of South Dakota, the hotel doesn't have cable, and only three stations come in clearly – PBS, NBC and the WB. What did you expect?"
"I expected at least one crappy sitcom. Just one."
"What about that thing you were watching? I distinctly remember hearing something about Gettysburg."
Dean shoved the pillow to the side and sat up. "Five minutes in and I discovered that, despite the very appropriate title, Beauty and the Geek is not a documentary about us."
Sam glared. "Very funny. That show wasn't too bad."
"Sam, it really was named Beauty and the Geek. No lie. Actual show. About brainless beauties and nerds hooking up."
Sam's jaw dropped. "That's on TV? What crack-brained monkey came up with that?"
Dean merely grinned. "Ashton Kutcher."
"Like I said, crack-brained monkey."