DST Is The Bunk

"Where the hell have you been?"

"I'm here now, on freaking time!" Dean snapped back. "What's the problem?"

"The problem," Sam said sarcastically, "is that you were supposed to be here two hours ago. Our source wouldn't wait. You knew they asked to talk to you specifically. Where the hell were you?"

"Hey, I'm on time," Dean objected. He pointed to the bold-faced clock on the wall. "Not my fault you guys were early."

"Look again, dude."

Dean did a double-take. "What the –"

"Damn it, Dean!" Sam groaned. "We go through this every year! It's spring forward, fall back!"