Mornings should be illegal

“Just five more minutes,” muttered Dean, still half asleep on Bobby’s couch.
“Yeah, sure,” said Bobby sarcastically. “And do you want me to cut the crust off your sandwich, too? This ain’t some fancy hotel, boy, get up.”
Dean reluctantly opened one eye. “Why?”
“We are out of food because you two eat like horses. I could use a hand with the case, and someone should help Sam with the research.”
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
„No. But you can stop being an idjit and help us, what do you think ‘bout that?”
Dean rolled his eyes but smiled anyway.