Dean pulled over to the side of the road and tried to block out the sounds of his brother puking all over the gravel. It was the third time in an hour and Dean was frustrated, and completely disgusted.
Sam shut the door and turned to look at the scowl on his brother's face.
"Since when do you get car sick Sammy? We've been traveling on the road our whole lives."
"Dean, you forget that I have been off the road for three years now."
"Well, you better get used to it princess, cos we're in for a long ride.