"Dean, no."

"Come on, Sam, I can do it." Dean said, cocky as hell. "I found a how-to on YouTube. It'll be easy."

"There's nothing I wouldn't trust you to fix on a car. And nobody's better with a gun than you."

Dean beamed.

Sam blew out a breath. "I'm just not comfortable with you monkeying around with the toilet."

Dean patted his brother's reassuringly. "Don't worry about it." Wrench in hand, he breezed past his brother into the bathroom.

Banging and clanging ensued.

Defeated, Sam retreated, wondering where, if push came to shove, he could rent a Porta Potty.