"Sun of a ditch!" Dean swore, throwing his coat onto the motel room chair.

"What did you just say?"

"Hoh?"

"Did you just say, 'son of a ditch?'" Sam asked, looking at his brother.

"Nu, bipshit, I saib sun uf a ditch," Dean remarked, giving Sam a raised eyebrow look.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean… I think that witch hexed you before we left her. You're talking funny."

"I'm nut talking fonny, Sam. That bomd dastarb jost has you hearing fonny."

Sam hit the playback on his camera/video phone so that Dean could hear his words.

"Sun of a ditch!"