"Why so many?"
"Batteries weren't included with the EMF," Sam said irritably. "And they were on sale." He tucked the last of the triple AAAs into the duffel and closed it.
"What crawled up your butt and died?" Dean smirked. "Hung over? Or maybe just a little indigestion from all the rabbit food?"
Ignoring him, Sam went to the bathroom and started gathering his toiletries, grimacing when Dean followed him in.
"Kinda tight quarters in here, Dean," he said, trying to keep his temper. "Wait till I'm done."
Dean leaned against the counter and smiled at him lazily. "Make me."