“Now listen Sam-” Dean started and made calm down motions with his hands but Sam wriled himself up faster than anticipated. “Hey! Fuck! What the hell Sam?!” Dean shouted as he was whacked. “I'm asking if just talking is a problem! He seemed way more interested in just making the car not work than actually blowing it up completely. Just covering his bases kind of thing.” Dean said grabbing the roll and snatching it out of Sam's hand. “That's rich coming from some namby pamby like you! You do squats and go jogging before bankers hours!” Dean said his tone a little more full of ire than meant, here he was just trying to yank Sam's chain and of course his giant hearted little brother would flip out far too much.<br/><br/>“I will make him write us up a list and make him give us the big table on whatever day we want to do it.” Meg stated before draining her glass and eating the alcohol soaked fruit. You know that all that porn is just fantasy stuff right? Most of the time the author doesn't like what he writes. Look at Cas!” Meg giggles trying to whisper confidentially. Though being drunk she was just slurring her words a little bit.