Margaret opened her mouth to retaliate, but before she could speak, a low groan emanated from under the bed. Damon, who had been unconscious, was showing signs of movement!
The impending argument instantly turned into forced coughing.
"Cough, cough, ahem..." Margaret masked Damon's noise, pressing her hand against Winchester's chest and pushing him back forcefully. Taking advantage of his retreat, she kicked the orc under the bed threateningly.
"Stop talking!" She said with a double meaning, "It's so noisy, I don't want to hear it."
Winchester steadied himself, slightly widening his eyes, his face displaying a truly astonished expression.
"You..." he uttered slowly, "Do you really like Andy that much?"
The dangling corner of the bedsheet twitched.
Worried that Winchester might notice the unusual commotion, Margaret approached him, diverting attention with shocking words.
