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"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?"