Being Dean's brother had many pros.
"Hey, I'm sweatin' like a pig over here!"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Do it in the car."
Sam pushed down the saw-dusted aisle, glancing at his list of spell ingredients.
"And miss this? When pigs fly!"
"Sure you know what you're buyin', Sammy? Don't want to get a pig in a p-"
Sam stopped Dean with a glare.
There was blessed silence, then Sam felt additional heft to the plastic basket he was holding.
A jar with a sow's ear.
Sam's mind filled in the gap.
"I hate you."