Dean stared up.
And up.
He turned to Sam, mouth working helplessly.
"You okay there, buddy?" Sam asked, trying not to laugh.
After a little choking and sputtering, Dean managed to get out, "Are you out of your freaking mind?"
"What?"
Dean pointed at the Arch stretching gracefully above them. "It's – do you know how high that thing is?"
"630 feet," Sam said promptly and with a great deal of enjoyment.
Dean goggled at him. He repeated, forcefully, "Are you out of your freaking mind?"
Sam laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Gotta go where the monsters take us, dude."
