"Who's idea was this, anyway?" Dean grumbled as he cleaned up yet another mess.
"Um… yours actually, remember?" Sam said, curling up his nose in disgust.
"Well, this is not what I thought it was gonna be like. I figured a few days of this at the most and we'd be past all this." Dean gagged a little as he scrubbed. "It's been weeks now – weeks!"
Dean glared at the source of the mess, trying to hold his breath as much as he could.
"Dude, you have to patient. He's just a puppy!"