"Tell me about the ladle."
Dean turned from the television to look at him. "What?"
"You said you got a silver ladle in your chest."
"Just giving you a hard time, Princess." He looked back at the screen. "It wasn't anything."
"How bad was it?"
"I'm watching the movie."
Sam's eyes widened but he kept his voice flat. "You're watching Steel Magnolias and you call me Princess."
Dean gestured. "Three words: Dolly Parton's rack." He considered Sam thoughtfully. "You're getting cranky. Need a pain pill? There some smarty-pants documentary on you wanna watch?"
"Three dozen bullets? Really?"
"Big ladle, Samantha."