Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Sam slowly walked through the field with a flashlight intently studying the ground. He took a moment to stretch and glance back at the Impala. Dean was sitting there drumming his fingers on the wheel. Feeling Sam watching him, he motioned with his hand to hurry up.
Twenty minutes later Sam returned to the car. "Bout time, Sammy. What took you so long?"
"What took so long? I had to walk through half a pasture to find this," Sam brandished the lost item, "in the middle of the night and you wanna know what took so long? How about 'Thanks Sam for finding my shoe'? Is that so hard to say? I didn't ask how you lost a shoe or make you help me find it."
"Well, Sammy, cows aren't gonna tip themselves. Besides, how could I help you search a cow pasture with only one shoe? I could get shit between my toes." Sam responded by throwing the shoe at his brother.