"Just listen to that engine!" Dean marveled. "It's freaking orgasmic."
"So replace the Impala's engine with one, you like it so much," Sam said irritably from his bed, tired of hearing about it. "Turn the T.V. off."
"What?"
Sam froze, his blood turning to treacle in his veins at the sound of the single bitten-off word. He rose, eyeing Dean cautiously. Best to be perpendicular when his brother was this ticked off. "Uh, sorry?"
"Appreciating the Wankle rotary engine is like watching porn," Dean said coldly. "It's got nothing to do with real life. Now you go apologize to Baby."