Lying back on the Impala's hood, Sam studied the sky.
The clouds were scudding across the azure dome, except for one which seemed totally unaffected by the speedy motion of its companions.
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"Hey, Dean! Come see this weird cloud."
"I'm busy, dude, " the sixteen-year old replied," Dad told me to check the tire pressure before we leave."
Nevertheless, he slid onto the hood alongside his sibling.
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"Look at that fluffy white cloud," Sam said. "All the rest are racing away, except for it."
"Huh, must be the stubborn shit likes to stay exactly where it is. Doesn't wanna move around, just like my freaky little bro," Dean replied, ruffling his sibling's unruly bangs.
"That's a Sammy-cloud if ever I saw one," he added with a grin.
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Sam rolled his eyes,.
"Why do I even bother?"
"Because I always have the answer to all your questions!"