Clip, clip, clip….

Sam stirred. Something had woken him up.

Clip… clip, clip.

A low light glowed from across the room. Dean was sitting with his back to Sam, hunched over the table.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothin. Go back to sleep."

As if that was going to happen. Alert now, Sam swung his long legs over the side of the bed and in less than two strides was standing next to his brother.

"You're… clipping coupons?"

"Yup. You can save a fortune this way Sammy!"

While Dean enthusiastically added to his horde, an unnerved Sam called Bobby.