A/N: Here is the second installment in my goofy little series...just a little thing here, like I said before, that my step-dad used to say!!
Once again, enjoy!!
The impala revved as it mingled with the noon-day traffic. She practically purred at the other vehicles that sat all around her. As she did so, Sam and Dean sat inside groaning as the snail's pace continued. Dean leaned forward his head crammed against the steering wheel. They had a job to get to and this was in no way helping.
A man in the car to their right spoke to no one, his hands waving madly. Sam watched him with concern wondering if the fellow had lost all his marbles. The gentleman continued his tirade then slammed his hand on the steering wheel. This went on for the next ten minutes when he yanked something off his right ear and flung it onto the dash. Sam let out a sigh of relief as a wireless headphone sailed into his view.
In front of them an older vehicle, maybe ten to twelve years the Chevy's junior sat a woman who was nearly twice as old as it was. Her blue tinted hair was the only thing visible over the driver's seat. Her knuckles clung to the wheel as if it were a life preserver. The land yacht inched forward, the tail lights alight with every step. Dean nearly screamed as the old lady slammed on her breaks for the millionth almost making him ram into her tailpipe and making her a hood ornament.
"Jesus Christ it's Mother's Day out here Sammy!"
Dean yelled pulling away from the wheel and rubbing his fists into his eyes. Sam stared at his brother a moment, then out of the front window. On the ground was three feet of snow and more was threatening to cover it. It was mid-December, so what in the world made Dean think it was May?
"Dean, what the hell are you talking about? Can't you see the weather out there? It's nearly Christmas."
Dean waved a hand around them. Someone had been able to pull behind the old lady and was now laying on their horn when she would not pull through the red light. She merely looked back at them and waved. The phona-phrenia was back at it and this time banging on the wheel so hard his hands were beet red. Sam was able to read his lips but was not about to repeat anything he was saying in ANY form of company let alone mixed.
"You see Sam, every motherfucker is out here today..."
Sam lowered his face into his hand the same time rolling his eyes. Yet another reason why his brother was on the short list.
