Jerry's his good friend. Dean named him. It's a good name, a solid name for a crowbar. Jerry's never let him down in the past. Dean knows Jerry won't let him down now.
Dean snuck Jerry inside underneath his jacket while Sam was unloading the groceries.
Not so mouthy now, are ya, bitch? Dean smirks at the hell spawn alarm clock.
Sam's on his back, sleeping peacefully.
Jerry's heavier than he was before. Dean wobbles a little, raises Jerry high over his head with both hands.
Dean kills the damn clock.
And the nightstand too.
He feels a little bad about that.
Really.
Two more after this. Sam POV.