"Down in the valley, the valley so low. Hang your head over. Hear the wind blow…."
"What's that? " Dean complained.
"An Appalachian folk song." Sam pushed a branch out of his way. They were hunting sprits in the Blue Ridge Mountains
"Goody, you can even be a geek about music," Dean laughed. "How did I ever get you for a brother?"
"If you don't love me, love who you please.." Sam sang.
"Come on, Sam." Dean rolled his eyes. "You're scaring the wild life.
"Blow it out your ass, Dean." Sam shoved his brother down the trail.