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Takes place in Season 4. Dean's got a bout of laryngitis, and the brothers have been so out-of-touch that they (Sam) completely misinterpret each other...
Misinterpretation
"You alright, man?" Sam yells, already running forwards.
Dean motions to his throat, wrings his hands together like he's strangling something and sits down with a huff.
"The Shtigra tried to strangle you?" Sam shrieks worriedly.
An exasperated stare and roll of his eyes was the only reply Sam got out of him. Are you serious?
Only, Sam's not noticing Dean's reply, nope. Sam's just muttering to himself: "Shtigra's don't strangle their victims… no… it has to be … skinwalker … no, no residual slough anywhere… maybe a poltergeist…"
Dean growls –er… squeaks- and glares at Sam. He motions to his throat, gestures a clawing action to his throat and, as a deathblow, ends with a throttling action.
"Awwgghh, dude!" Sam yells incredulously, frowning deeply, "You could've just said you need to get laid!"
A good punch to the shoulder let Sam know that the younger brother was, in fact, off the mark this time. Dean finally heads back to the Impala, fully intent on googling the closest chemist on the maps.
"We're not finished," Sam reminded his wayward brother.
But Dean reminded him who the big brother really is here by flipping him a double-bird. Bite me, bitch.
And that translated to Sam just fine.
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