[Oh. God. Dean was an old hand at hangovers, but last night had been pretty epic. If he was honest with himself -- and he usually wasn't -- he'd probably have to admit he drank too much. Good thing he wasn't honest.]

[The sudden arrival of Sam's voice in his ears made his head pound even more. He flung an arm over his face and groaned.] Jesus Christ, Sam. Drop the freakin' volume already. Can't you see I'm dying, here?