"Sam, you better hope you havent screwed with my car. If you did, Ill kill you."
Dean stooped down to inspect the tires. He was back and as irritating as ever. Sam stood by, cross armed.
"Dean..." Sam said annoyedly.
"Relax Grumpy, its fine." Dean said, hopping into the front seat. Sam strolled back toward the motel to get his backpack.
On the road, Dean flicked on the radio, which was preset to Zeppelin. But instead, he got Sams iPod.
He took one look at the jack, ripped it out and threw it into the backseat.
A poker face was his expression of choice.
A/N:Man- I went Slytherin today! Breaking rules, getting in me, Godric T_T ...favorite and review!
