Sam wouldn't hush the hell up. He was whimpering, near the door. Dean groans into his pillow, "shut the hell up Sam" he mutters. Mutt kept whimpering, each time got louder hurting Dean's throbbing headache. He groans getting up, glaring at Sam as the dog looked at Dean whimpering. "What do you friggin want?" He asks. Sam begins to lift his leg up before urinating on the carpet near the door. Dean groans and sighs. "Son of a bitch..." He mutters.