"What's up?" Sam asked as Dean frowned at his phone, scratching his head.
"I need a new PIN. Crowley guessed the last one."
"Crowley's backup minion could have guessed 6667."
Dean entered four new numbers.
"Not your birth year."
Dean scoffed, acting offended, but soon his expression withered into a pout, and he scowled back at his cell.
"Choose something that's impersonal, but comes readily to mind."
Presently Dean chuckled naughtily and tapped again.
"No," Sam cautioned.
"You don't know what – "
"Dean, Crowley's minion's 12-year-old nephew could guess you'd pick 8008!"
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