Sunlight streams through the curtains onto the sleeping form of SAM. DEAN is in the bathroom, offstage.
Dean (from offstage): Rise and shine, Sammy!
SAM groans and pulls DEAN's pillow over his face.
Sam: (voice muffled in pillow): Shut up.
Dean: Not feeling too good?
SAM sticks his head out from underneath the pillow.
Sam: Feel like shit. Don't you feel like shit?
Dean (from offstage): Nah. I'm a pro. And you… looks like you're a rank amateur. Gonna have to train you up.
Dean (from offstage): I'm gonna grab us some coffee and bagels. You hungry?
Sam: Coffee. Please. Kill for some coffee. Not hungry though. We ate kinda late. Still full.
DEAN appears in the bathroom doorway, naked, toothbrush in hand.
Dean (long pause) How about your ass?
SAM throws the pillow at DEAN.