WTFH

*squirrel chittering*

Dean: What do you mean we're on the air? We can't be -- Sammy's not here yet.

*more chittering*

Dean: No, the show doesn't have to go on when I'm the only one here.

*insistent chittering*

Dean: Who the hell am I going to mock if Sammy's not here? Oh hell no. One of these buttons has to turn this thing off...

*sound of buttons being pushed, accompanied by panicked chittering*

Dean: Oh come on. This is a radio station. Why would it have a self-destruct button?

Sam: Hey, I'm sorry I'm late! I had to--I needed bunny supplies and--why are you trying to destroy the station?

Dean: Where the hell have you been? And why are you carrying a rabbit?

Sam: Um, because he's Peter and I didn't want to leave him alone in our room?

Dean: You're kidding. That's Peter? Seriously?

Sam: Does the bunny hair not give it away?

Dean: Dude, this isn't what they mean by going at it like bunnies.

Sam: I could have left you here alone all night, you know.

Dean: No you couldn't because then I would have to hunt you down and hurt you.

Sam: You wouldn't hurt me in front of a poor, defenseless rabbit, would you? ...Never mind, don't answer that and just give me my half of the stack.

Dean: Fine. Knock yourself out.

Sam: Fine. I think I will.

( Chock full of brotherly love tonight, we swear. )