Dean: I'm sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself. My head hurts.
Sam: There's gotta be something this guy's not telling us.
Dean: [reading] "Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth."
Sam: Stop it.
Dean: [reading] "'Stop it,' Sam said." Guess what you do next.
Sam: [turns away from Dean]
Dean: [reading] "Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive." I mean, I dunno how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those're definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders.
Sam: .....
Dean: [glances down at Chuck's writings] ... you just thought I was a dick.
Sam: [turns back to Dean] The guy's good.