"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say we should've turned left instead of right back at the crossroads." Sam muttered, consulting his smartphone.
"Dude," Dean grumbled. "What do I keep you around for, if you can't do the job?
I drive, you navigate! And as you can see, I'm an awesome driver, while you my Sasquatch bro are a wussy navigator!"
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"Turn the car around, Dean. We have to go back at least fifteen miles, there's no other way," sighed the younger man.
"A waste of gas and time, thanks to you, Sam," Dean bitched.
Sam was monumentally tired and his temper went into overdrive at his brother's tongue-lashing. "If you invested in a modern car that doesn't suck gas like it was water, with a built in navigator, and ecologically friendly, we'd be better able to get around the country!"
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Dean turned his head to stare at his brother, his gaze cold as ice. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that, otherwise I'll be forced to kick your skinny ass out of my Baby for insulting her."
"Sorry, I'm just fed up with going round in circles," Sam huffed apologetically.
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With a screech of brakes, Dean parked the car and climbed out. "You drive, dude. And give me the damn phone!"
Half an hour later they arrived at their destination.
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"I could say I was better at driving and navigating, but I won't," Dean declared magnanimously. Though I might bring it up again in the future!"
Sam rolled his eyes in defeat. There wasn't much else to say.