In the Bunker’s library
Dean: Come on, Sammy. You need to come clean about this. It’s magic, isn’t it?
Sam: *stares at him incredulously* Magic?
Dean: Yeah, like some sort of ritual? A spell?
Sam: *focusing on the laptop screen again* I don’t think there are spells for that.
Dean: Just ‘cause the spells are ancient doesn’t mean you can’t get modern shit with ‘em. Couldn’t a quarterback do some kind of ritual to make it where they always get a touchdown? Always date supermodels?
Sam: For the last time, we looked into Tom Brady and there wasn’t –
Dean: Something you had Garth set up? Charlie?
Sam: No.
Dean: Is it ghosts?
Sam: How the hell would GHOSTS – *rubs the bridge of his nose* Why are you suddenly questioning this, after all these years?
Dean: *reluctantly* I thought it might be like… in the cartoons, when somethin’ impossible is happening but when someone questions it, it quits workin’.
Sam: *balks in judgment before focusing on the screen again*
(Approximately 5 minutes of blissful silence)
Dean: *clears throat, then asks quietly* Did you… make a deal, like – ?
Sam: Oh my god.*slams laptop closed* No, Dean. I did NOT make a demon deal so that we would always have WiFi.
Dean: Then why won’t you just tell me?
Sam: *mumbling* It makes me happy when you need me to fix it.