'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.' An orchestral swell filled the room as the film went into its final moments.

Sam turned off the movie and looked at Dean. "What'd you think?"

Dean considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "Pretty messed up, dude. But Vivian Leigh was fucking hot." He looked hopefully at his brother. "Can I pick the next one?"

"Oh, hell, no. You lost. I pick the movies." Grinning evilly, Sam held up a DVD, which showed a simpering Natalie Wood, a heavily-bearded Santa Claus and an overly-decorated Christmas tree.

Dean turned white.