“Woah, Sammy. Who is that hot chick checking in?” Dean asks, totally entranced by the woman’s beauty.
“That’s your wife, Dean.” Sam rolls his eyes, knowing how this charade went down every time.
“Yes, Sammy. That is my wife. I’m married to that!“ Dean grins proudly from where he is standing.
“Yeah, and she’s married to that.” Sam says, looking Dean up and down while giving him a sour facial expression.
“Hey-! Now go park baby while I go remind my wife that she’s mine.” Dean winks, and stalks off. Throwing his keys behind him, not even turning around to see his brother struggle with keeping everything together.