Sam chuckled as Dean released his arm. "Yeah? Well, you're gonna see yours." He stood up, smacked Dean in the back of the head on general principle, then rushed to the kitchen area. The looked through the various cabinets, amused by how they seemed to open and close by themselves, until he'd found a suitably shiny stainless steel frying pan. Sam loped back over to his brother, holding the impromptu mirror in front of his face. "Love your new look, Dean," Sam smirked.