Some days it's lazy, easy. Sun, loud music and a road trip.
Some days it's tension from every annoying moment spent together their entire lives, shoved into the too small Impala.
The whole hunt like this, and yeah, Dean's tense 'cause Cassie called, but c'mon.
Dean wrenched the shovel away, "I've got this."
That's when it got ridiculous. Tug of war with the shovel, like there wouldn't be other chances. Dean grabbing him in a headlock, Sam taking them to the ground.
Then they were covered in mud and bruises, laying towels over the seats. Road trip with his brother.