"Hey, Sam, can you pass the remote?" Dean asked, sitting on the end of his motel bed in complete boredom.
"Since when did I become your slave, you get it!" Sam replied.
Dean sighed "Fine then...Bitch!"
Dean snatched the remote from Sam's view, and replaced his position on the bed, turning on the TV.
Bright and colourful images flashed across the screen, lighting up the dull motel room.
Discreet sounds of moaning and thrill enjoyment filled the room. Both of the boys turned full attention to the TV screen...
Dean pulled his eyes from the screen, to Sam, who had his mouth dropped open, with utter shock displayed on his face.
Dean smiled at the uncomfortable sight of his brother "Sammy, you know you can lighten up once and a while" With a wriggle of his eyebrows, Dean turned back to the beautiful ladies on the TV screen.