"I can think of one use for it." It involves his head and the slow, satisfying thud of wood smashing into it. Might not repair the gazebo but it would be delightfully rewarding all the same.

"It's woodwork, it's not rocket science. If a moron like you can do it how hard can it be?"

She's trying to play nice. Dean just rubs her up the wrong way. She can't help it.

"Look, whatever. Let's just fix this damn thing for the angel, shall we?"