You're at Bobby's junkyard house. You and Dean had another silly fight.

Sam was leaning against the doorframe, smiling a little at the situation.

Sam: "They've been in this cat-and-mouse fight since morning."

Dean sat on the edge of the counter, saying nothing, while drinking beer from the bottle.

Bobby narrows his eyes as he watches you and Dean.

Bobby: "Okay, let's start from the beginning, you idjits. What is the reason for the fight between the two of you, again?"