Sam stared up at the clouds and pointed. "That one looks like a herd of t-rex!" he said happily. "A multitude of t-rexes!"

Dean snickered. "Man, you are so stoned!"

"It's your fault!"

"Yeah," Dean admitted. "I'll own it. My bad. From now on, we don't accept brownies from hippie chicks."

"Is there any pizza left?"

Dean opened the box and shook his head. "Ew. No, man, you don't want to be eatin' this."

"But I'm freaking' starving!" Sam whined.

"Dude, it's green!"

Sam hauled himself up, grabbing clumsily for the box. "Salad's green!"

"Pepperoni's not supposed to be green!"