Sam and Dean were having a small disagreement while working the case. They had different ideas of what the monster they were hunting was.

Sam was going with hard proof. Lore. Old books. Men of Letters files.

Dean was going with his gut, which had proven to be right so many times.

Neither of them was convinced that the other one was right on the matter.

"You have three inches above me and you're acting all high and mighty. Grow the hell up." Dean huffed, folding his arms over his chest.

"Well... clearly I've grown a lot better that you." Sam replied sarcastically, a grin plastered on his face.

"I will end you." Dean muttered, clenching his jaw and pointing his finger at his brother.