Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't make any money on this. That would be Kripke. Thanks for the loan, dude!
A/N: Cuz one good drabble deserves another. This is inspiration for this NOT to happen to Bambers on her way to visit me…
"Dean?"
"Shut up, Sam," Dean ground out, knuckle white on the steering wheel.
"Why not?"
"Cuz."
"Just do it."
"You work for Nike now?"
"Dean," Sam growled.
"I know where we are." Dean refused to meet Sam's eyes.
"Oh?" Not mistaking the challenge.
"Virginia?" Dean tried to keep the question out of his voice.
"Care to be more specific?"
"No."
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Please stop," Sam tried again.
"Don't need to."
"De-nial, isn't just a river in Egypt anymore."
"Ha ha." Dean's jaw clenched.
"Three letters, Dean. G.P.S."
"Where's your sense of adventure, Sam?" Dean smirked.
A/N: 99 words on the button in honour of the number of bottles on the wall…. Help a girl out! Feed my addiction and leave a little review…