"Dude!" Sam said urgently. "She's not what you think she is."
"You're just jealous, Sammy." Dean pulled the pretty blonde closer and whispered something into her ear.
She laughed softly, shooting Sam an amused glance.
"Dean – "
"Go get your own hottie, Sam."
Sam sighed. "Just look at her Adam's apple. Does that strike you as normal?"
"I'm not followin' ya, Sammy." Dean flapped a drunken hand at him. "All God's children got Adam's apples." He nuzzled into the girl's neck. "Right, baby?"
Sam smiled at the girl. He pulled out his cell. "Okay, Dean. But I'm getting a picture!"