"Ok so what did Bobby say?"
"You aren't supposed to talk Sam."
"Talking not good for swollen ankles."
"Yeah well its also not good for walking 2 miles to get your breakfast."
"That is service to humankind, you should never complain when given the chance to serve your brother, Sammy!"
Sam rolled his eyes deciding to humor his brother. Taking a piece of paper, he wrote insistently, balled it up and threw it at Dean's shaving cream filled face.
"Man! How the hell do you manage to get more annoying with your trap shut?"
Sam shrugged with a smirk.