"Pass me the wrench."
Dean held his arm out behind him, head deep under the bonnet.
Sam passed him the tool and went back to pondering the universe.
"Sam, I said the wrench dammit!"
"I...but… that is a wrench isn't it?"
"No Sam, those are pliers – this is a wrench – see the difference?"
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry."
"C'mon Sam. The least you can do is make sure you know how to look after my baby."
"Yeah, I know. It's just that I don't want to."
"What?"
"I don't want to have to know that Dean. I just…don't."