Disclaimer: don't own Supernatural; not making any money off this.
Summary: Drabble. The boys are stuck in shore traffic and Sam is stuck with Dean's temper. Because every once in a while I want to write a SPN fic where nobody cries. It just doesn't happen very often.
Life's a Beach
The road to the beach has only one lane, and the Impala is stuck going ten under the speed limit. Sam's trying to enjoy the smell of salt in the air, but Dean's yelling makes it tough.
"Come on!" he moans. "Don't these people know we have a ghost to fight? Learn to drive, you frickin' shoobies!"
At that Sam can't help but laugh. "Dean?"
"Yeah?" Dean responds, not paying attention.
"We're from Kansas."
"Yeah."
"Doesn't that make us, like, the biggest shoobies possible?" Sam looks over, innocently awaiting an answer. But all Dean does is lay on the horn.