Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
"Road trip!" Dean exclaimed.
"Dean, dude, our lives are a road trip," Sam sighed at his brother's enthusiasm.
"Hunting ain't a party, Samantha. But, fine, we'll call it a vacation," Dean sighed
at his brother's lack of enthusiasm.
"I don't want to got to Tijuana."
"Come on, we're close and we could use a break. Besides I'm driving so you really
don't have a choice."
"If I wake up in a hotel room with a dead hooker I'm gonna tell the FBI where you are."
"So you'll point at me across the jail cell?"
