Dean had just gotten back to the bunker after Michael'd left his body.

"I mean, I can't eat. I can't sleep. It's always just there... watching." Said Dean.

"Dean it's just a beard. I've been a little busy lately." Sam huffed, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, well, that's not an excuse. You know, cause, 'Duck Dynasty' called, and they just... they want it all back." Dean added sarcastically.

"Some people say I look good." Sam smirked.

"No. No, Sam. No people say that." Dean narrowed his eyes.