Sam opened the take-out box. He recoiled. "Dude!"
Dean flipped through the channels. The porn was still unscrambled. "Duuude."
Sam was contemplating the universe. On the toilet. The door opened. "Dude!"
Dean's eyes flickered back and forth under his lids. He let out a low moan. Sam reached over and tapped him. "...dude."
Sam pulled his shoes off. Dean's nose wrinkled. "Dude--"
Sam stopped in the middle of the parking lot, head swinging left and right. Dean cupped his hands around his mouth. "DUDE!"
They threw themselves out of the cave, rocks raining around them. Their eyes met.