Sam could almost see the smoke furling out of Dean's ears. His brother was futzing with the library's printer, trying in vain to print out a few articles. The printer had other ideas.

Dean slammed his hand against the machine in frustration. Mumbled words were tumbling out of Dean's mouth, and Sam had to lean in closely to understand them.

"Dude, are you trying to exorcise the printer?"

"It's possessed! That's the only possible explanation!"

Sam walked over to the printer and pressed the "On" button. The articles then started printing.

"… I still say it was possessed."

"Sure, Dean."