"Come on, Dude!"
Sam was trying his best to suppress his laughter but Dean's irritated face was such a picture, it was a losing battle.
"Is it my fault she was super keen on you not me?"
Dean humphed and raised his hand to wipe the sticky, ectoplasmic goop from his face. The glutinous snot dripped from his hair running in ticklish rivulets down his neck to further coat his already soaked shirt.
The furious Winchester pulled at the clingy t-shirt revealing his taut, flat stomach.
"Freaky witch-bitch!"
He spluttered.
"I look like a reject from a Mr Wet-T competition!"