"Dude," Dean said behind his brother, who was hunched over the sink in their tiny motel bathroom. "I think they're clean, already." Sam had been washing his hands for at least five minutes, now.

"You have no idea the stuff I touched in that trash can, Dean," he retorted, unamused. Dean chuckled, turning toward his bed. "It was your turn to dumpster-dive, too," Sam added. "You owe me."

"It was not my turn," Dean retorted, flopping down on the bed closest to the door, remote in hand. "I don't know how you even keep track of that stuff," he mumbled.

"Because I did it last time," his voice rose a bit, once the TV came on. "I cut my arm open on the stupid latch when I climbed back out. It got infected, remember?" there was a bit of bite to his tone.

"Oh yeah," Dean glanced over as the water turned off, and watched Sam come into the room with a towel in his hands.

"So I repeat; you owe me."

"I'll buy you breakfast," he gave a toothy smile.

"No," Sam raised his brows. "I get to call in a favor."

"Favor?" Dean furrowed his brow. "So you took a garbage bullet one time, and now you get a favor?"

"It was worth more than breakfast," Sam replied, replacing the towel on its rack. "I don't value pie the same way you do," he smirked.

"Fine. But nothing stupid," he said, pointedly. "It has to be of equal or lesser value, or no deal."

"Next two garbage searches are yours, and don't count as the favor," Sam said as he grabbed the newspaper that sat on the end of Dean's bed, and plopped down on his own.

"Wait...wouldn't that just make us even?"

"Not unless they end up as big a pain in the ass as the last two were."

"Okay," Dean got a satisfied look on his face.

"No cheating!" Sam suspiciously added.

"Me? Cheat? C'mon, Sammy. You know me."

"Yeah. I do."

Dean grinned and went back to flipping channels, as Sam flipped open the newspaper, clearly finished with the conversation. Dean glanced over at him, just to make sure the younger brother wasn't actually pissed at him. Sam's relaxed face confirmed that he hadn't really been seriously upset. Relieved, Dean looked back to the screen. "Oo!" he exclaimed upon changing the channel. "Three's Company!" he smiled over at Sam, who ignored him in favor of something in the paper. Dean chose not to be offended, and turned his attention, yet again, to the screen.

"Hey, Dean?" Sam spoke, and Dean chose to ignore him in return. "I think I found something." Sam looked to his brother whose eyes were fixed on the television. The level of concentration on the older brother's face had Sam glancing to the screen to see what was so important. Annoyed that Dean was obviously distracted by Chrissy's bouncing, over-inflated chest, Sam huffed out a breath. "Ya know...I heard Janet was actually played by a man."

Dean turned his head, wide-eyed, "Are you kidding me? That's a load of-" he stopped, mid-sentence, seeing Sam's grin. "You're such a bitch."

"You're a jerk!" Sam retorted. "You were ignoring me."

"You started it."

"No I... Would you just listen for a second? I said I think I found something."

Dean turned his gaze back to the screen. "Unless it's a strip club that serves three kinds of pie, I'm not interested."

"Dean-"

"I mean it, Sam!" he interrupted. "We just finished up with a case. I'm tired, sore, and need a freakin' day off."

"Okay," Sam replied, brows raised as he released the newspaper to fall onto the mattress beside him.

"Okay?" Dean looked at him incredulously, shocked that he'd let it go so easily.

"Yeah. Okay, sure. We'll just take a day off; ignore the fact that innocent people are dying," he said, passively.

"Innocent people are always dying, Sam. Can't save 'em all."

"You're right. We can't. So we'll just take the day off. What's a few more poor old people dying gonna hurt..."

"Old people?" Dean question, quirking a brow. "That's your case? Seriously, Sam, c'mon. Nothin' supernatural about a senior citizen clockin' out."

"No, there's not. Not really," Sam conceded. "Unless their heart winds up missing out of their chest. No exit wound or any other indication of why it would be missing."

Dean met his eyes, curious, yet annoyed at the same time. "Damnit," he resigned with a sigh. "Where?"

Tbc...