You hear the muffled sounds of the Winchester brothers bickering in the other room. Unable to contain your amusement, you press your ear against the door to eavesdrop. The brothers had found themselves locked in a petty dispute over a crumpled dollar bill.

"Gimme back my money." Sam demands.

"Ohh no, no. Consider it a reparation for uh, emotional trauma." Dean replies with his usual snark.

"Yeah, very funny. Now give it back."

"No."

"Dean.. I have had it.. up to here with you." Sam holds his hand high above his head to emphasise his point.

"Yeah? Right back atcha."

Suddenly, in a fit of frustration, Sam tries to snatch the cash from Dean's hand, which Dean swiftly dodges. Sam tackles Dean to the bed, and what ensues is a comical display of childlike wrestling. They roll around on the mattress, grappling each other as the bedframe creaks under their weight. Muffled protests and grunts echo through the cramped motel room as they wrestle for the money.

"Get off!"

"Give it back!"