"Dean, it's the only way to relieve the pressure." Sam was heating a paperclip end in his lighter.
"No way….not gonna happen." Dean took another swig from the bottle of Jack.
"You keep drinking like that and what comes out is going to be 100 proof." The paperclip was starting to glow orange.
"Yeah, well…I'm drownin' my sorrows." Dean slurred.
"It's your own damn fault, you slammed your finger in the door." Sam placed Dean's hand on the towel, almost seeing Dean's pulse beating under the nail.
He managed "I can't believe my baby bit me" before Sam broke through.