Post Route 666

[hopeitsworthit]

He's been waiting for it all day, Dean has.

Little brothers are supposed to mock ceaselessly. He swears it's in the rules somewhere.

But ever since they left Cassie, Sam's been . . . . nice.

It's kinda freaking Dean out.

That may explain why Dean mutters Christo under his breath, being careful to look at Sam's eyes.

You never know when your little brother might be possessed by unholy demons of . . . niceness.

Shut up.

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[gavemea_45]

"Depends on what you mean by 'better.'"

Sam looks sideways long enough to grin at him.

"Driver picks the music, remember?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Sometimes the way Sammy remembers every damn word of a conversation drives Dean nuts.

He shoots his brother a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised almost provocatively.

"You tellin' me your pea-sized bladder can hold out another seven hours in the car?"

[gavemea_45]

"Gettin' antsy over there? You've been out of the driver's seat for all of what, three hours?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, well."

He puts the box of tapes down and opens the glove compartment, fingers flicking through the newer fake IDs.

"Napping's for pussies."

Says the man who was asleep just over a half hour ago.

[gavemea_45]

"Really."

A beat.

"What was that you were doing then?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Well, shit.





"Planning."

[gavemea_45]

"Uh-huh."

Sam looks back out at the road.

Smugly.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean starts making a hissing noise under his breath.

It's kinda like the sound of running water.

Dean can keep this up for hours.

[gavemea_45]

Which is exactly why Sam leans forward and turns up the radio.

This might have been a better idea if they weren't so far in between towns that the current signal's mostly static.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean crosses his arms behind his head, leans back in his seat, and keeps making that hissing noise.

He's a smug fucker, right now.

That's another thing that probably ain't stopping anytime soon.

[gavemea_45]

"You know, you could do something useful, instead of trying to sound like a sick snake or a leaky tire."

A beat.

"Wait. Maybe that is a leaky tire."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Nah, dude."

Dean shifts one hand to pat the Impala's dash.

"I'd know if my baby had a leaky tire. You'd tell me, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

Hey, if Sammy's gonna be a bitch, Dean's gonna lay it on thick.

Real thick.

[gavemea_45]

He opens his mouth to lash back with a quick retort and almost visibly changes his mind.

"Yeah," Sam says instead, lamely. "Sure she would."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Hey."

Dean smirks.

"Me and my girl've got a good thing goin' here. I keep her runnin', she gets us where we need to go."

[gavemea_45]

Any other day, Sam would take advantage of the moment to make a sarcastic remark about his brother's way with women.

Not today. Not less than three hours after they've just left Cassie behind. He keeps his eyes fixed on the road in front of them and says quietly,

"She's something special, all right."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean scratches at the back of his head.

To anyone who doesn't know him well, it'd probably be a casual gesture.

He looks out the window, attention caught by--are those demonic livestock?

No?

Damn.

"I've always been a lucky guy, Sam."

Except when he isn't, but that's par for the course by now.

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah."

An awkward pause, and then,

"You know, that explains a lot."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean gives Sam a narrow-eyed look.

"You better not be goin' where I think you're goin' with that."

If he does, noogies for everyone.

Especially bratty younger brothers.

Even if they are the one driving.

[gavemea_45]

"Hey, if the shoe fits, man," Sam protests.

That's a cheerfully bratty grin, that is.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean snorts.

"Yeah, like I'd be caught dead in your pussy footwear."

He's quiet for a bit, then:

" Hey. College boy. You might wanna think about stopping for gas before we, you know, have to hike?"

[gavemea_45]

He rolls his eyes.

"You planning on pulling gas out of a tree by the side of the road?"

Sam sighs and adds,

"There's a town a couple of miles ahead. Braymer, I think. I figured on stopping there."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Hey, you're the one that's yakkin' up a storm."

Dean shrugs, subsiding back into his seat.

He'll get Sammy back later.

Boy, will he ever.