"Whatchya' doing' there Sammy?" Dean asked, between huge bites of the largest burrito ever.
Sam barely looked up from his laptop screen. "Oh, nothing. Just checking out my old MySpace account."
"Is 'checking out my MySpace account' nerd language for porn?" Dean asked, giving Sam a cheeky grin.
"Ha-ha. Very funny." Sam replied, glancing at his brother with an irritated look on his face.
Dean let out a self-appreciating chuckle. He felt so proud of his smart-ass comment. Dean switched off the TV from his lounging position on the bed, and finishing his burrito with one last bite.
"Man, there's nothing good on TV." Dean whined. "I'm bored."
"What about Dr. Sexy?" Sam quipped, grinning and completely taking his eyes off from his laptop for the first time.
"Shut up, bitch." Dean snapped back. "I think I'll take a nap."
"You do that, jerk." Sam replied. His face still had the last remnants of his previous grin.
*five minutes later*
The momentary silence of Dean's gentle breaths from the bed, and Sam's firm tapping on the keys of the laptop, was broken by a terrible sound.
Dean farted.
"OHMYGOD Dean! What the HELL?!" Sam said indignantly, quickly covering his mouth and nose with his hands.
Dean instantly got up from the bed and laughed shamelessly. "That burrito wasn't a good idea."
"YOU THINK?" Sam's loud reply came muffled from his covered mouth.
Dean trooped to the bathroom to, in his words, "cleanse his systems."