"God damn it, Dean."
He looked up from the whetstone and smiled. "What?"
Sam stood up holding his stack of research notes, pages and pages of yellow legal paper, took the top sheet by one edge, and dropped the rest. The pages accordioned down to the floor and puddled by his feet.
Dean blinked. "Awesome."
"You did this! You glued the corners together."
"Oh, I got your nonsense right here, Dean. I have to tear them apart. They won't be…"
"Neat? 'Cause I got your neat right here." He picked up the next blade. "Right next to the frog."