It's no secret that Sam doesn't have as good of a seat on a horse as Dean does. Dean might as well have been born on a horse. And, okay, so maybe Sam was hour three into the hangover from hell when Dean decided that they needed to tear out of that whore house like it was on fire, but that still doesn't really mean that it's Dean's fault that Sam's giant horse tossed him into that little cactus. Okay, okay, so, it was a huge cactus, but it's still not Dean's fault and he IS picking all of the spines out of Sam's back. And his head. And his neck. And maybe the one or two on his ass. And that's just got to count for something, right?
Old West-Chesters?