Dean stepped out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth to find he was alone.
Walking over to the TV he grabbed the controller from the top and switched it on before making his way over to the curtains to pry them apart.
"Son of a…" He almost cursed as speckles of dust flew into his eye.
Dean took slow steps to the bed, trying to see through his blurry vision.
In walked Sammy with two steamy coffees; taken aback to see his brother in tears over Ghost Whisperer.
A sarcastic grin crossed his face. "Dude seriously? Dry your eyes…"