Disclaimer: love them, but don't own them.
"Dean, I think you've had enough." Dean just
stared at Sam blankly before replying, "had enough
of what, Sammy?"
"That's your third cup of "herbal" tea. The
dog isn't really answering you and there aren't
any fireflies in here." Sam answered trying to
coax the tea from Dean's hands.
"Dammit, Sammy! You made me spill my
tea. I know the dog isn't answering me, I don't
speak spanish."
Sam just sighed and finally convinced Dean to
leave the witch doctor's office in search of dry pants.
"I just hope nothing attacks us while you're like this."
Dean just smiled as he watched the fireflies
dancing around Sam's head.