"Stop it, Dean." Sam's sleepy mumble pulled Dean's eyes off the road. Sam snickered, snuggling closer to the window.

Dean pursed his lips, frowning at his drowsy sibling. Sam giggled, smacking his hand out across the seat at Dean.

"Dude, r-really, sleeping here."

Dean turned his attention back to the road. He glanced at his own hands on the steering wheel as Sam suddenly sat up in the seat, squirming and chortling.

"D-dean, I m-mean…" Sam's voice dissolved into peals of laughter as he twitched and rolled in the front seat.

"Dean, h-help…"

Shaking his head, Dean floored it.

"Witches."