"This has got to stop."
So much for laying down the law. Dean studiously ignores him, finishes his work, and sets the blade down on top of the discarded photo strips and extra laminate.
"Dean, I mean it." He snaps the TV off, cutting off a jingle that will lodge in his brain for the next week and a half anyway.
Now Dean looks up with an eyebrow raised in challenge. "What?" He clears the mess from the table.
"Who are we this time? Laurel and Hardy? Frito and Lay?"
Dean laughs in delight. "I'd totally be Lay."
Sam doesn't even pause to roll his eyes. "You gotta stop putting names that people think of together on our IDs, Dean! 'Ford and Hamill'? You can't sell that, no one can sell –"
"We can." Dean's face is serious again, eyes downcast.
That's when Sam gets it, that Dean picks paired names because they're a pair themselves, a matching set of Winchester boys, together again. This is Dean's way of saying Stay, Sammy. I need you around.
Sam doesn't say anything, but he makes sure to turn the TV back on for Dean before he starts to get ready for bed.