[His brother sounded irate! Dean broke off the singing, laughing to himself as he finished washing and stepped under the spray to rinse. It was so easy to push Sam's buttons. He knew them all.]

[He turned the water off and stepped out to dry off, still humming under his breath. Dropped the towel, pulled on his clothes, then headed out to see how his little brother was faring with breakfast.]

Your problem is you just don't appreciate good music, Sammy. [Dean grinned at him as he wandered into the kitchen.]