Sam's seen that macho "Your ass is mine" look of Dean's before. It's usually reserved for the fuglies they hunt.

This time Dean's giving the alarm clock the eye.

Dude's got a fever, Sam thinks. That's all.

Sam drifts off to sleep hours later. He dreams, but it doesn't last long.

Something hard, round and metallic hits him right in the forehead.

It's the bell from the alarm clock.

Sam sits bolt upright in bed, blinking.

There's Dean.

With a crow bar.

Happily pounding away on what's left of the clock.

And the nightstand.

"Yeah, who's your daddy now, bitch!"


Okay. I added one more.