"Get me my pillow out of the trunk, will you, Dean?" Sam yawned. Dean heard his brother's feet thump on the door.
"What?' Dean squawked. "You break a leg back there, Sammy? Get your own pillow."
"Come on," Sam's arms waved in the air. "I just got comfortable. It's been a long time since I slept in the car."
"Still doesn't mean I'm your maid, Sasquatch." Dean mumbled, settling in behind the wheel wrapped in his blanket
"It's easier for you, you're short" Sam snarked back. "Come on, Big Brother. Remember when we both fit together back here?"
"Fine. Bitch."
