"Blow, blow, blow the bubble, as big as it can get…" Dean sang as the gum smacked in his now blue mouth. The sound of the chewy concoction was driving Sam insane. In fact it was so annoying he was about ready to call a mental institute, have them come get him—that's if Dean would let them—put on a straight jacket and make the jolly ride to the white welcoming rubber room.
"Take it slow, see it grow, and watch the bubble pop!" Dean finished the verse and was about to repeat it again if the younger hunter hadn't groaned.
"Dean… please stop singing!" Sam said letting his head fall back onto the seat.
"Why? Is it bothering you?" the elder hunter asked with a sheepish grin that always drove Sam crazy, obviously trying to show that he was innocent.
"Don't give me that look. And yes, it is bothering me," Sam replied bringing his head back into normal position and averting his tired eyes to his older brother.
Long drives to other towns didn't do much for Sam's rest and relaxation plans, what with Dean acting like a kid… Sam had no hopes of sleeping without having to keep an eye on the pranking monstrosity named "Dean."
"Dude are you okay?" Dean asked snapping the younger hunter out of his thoughts. If it wasn't for Dean's voice Sam wouldn't have realized that he hadn't been paying attention to his brother's incessant rambling and had actually been dazing off into his own world.
"Yeah," Sam replied blankly.
"Good," Dean paused letting the mischievous grin crawl over his face once more before finally…
"Blow, blow, blow the bubble, as big as it can get. Take it slow, see it grow, and watch the bubble pop!" Dean sang melodiously.
"You know that doesn't rhyme right?" Sam asked knowing perfectly well that his brother hated it whenever he was caught on improper use of grammar or any other kind of mistake.
"So what? I don't care. Obviously you do, but that's why I call you geek boy. Now let me chew my gum in peace," Dean replied.
"You call that chewing in peace? The gum has a mind of its own, desperate to reach the outer walls of your big smart ass mouth," Sam remarked.
"Excuse me? But gum does not get a mind of its own. And thank you for that wonderful compliment," the older hunter said. The grin now plastered on his face that spread from ear to ear could've driven anyone over the edge and back again, but Sam it was a whole other level of annoyance that was ticking on his last nerve as if he were a highly explosive nuclear bomb.
Dean waited patiently for the outburst to come but he could tell that the younger hunter beside him was trying desperately to retain it within by biting his bottom lip.
"McDonald's! McDonald's! Kentucky fried chicken and a pizza hut!" Dean sang the last verse of a song he had heard a little kid sing on one of their previous hunts and it seemed it was just enough to get what he had wanted.
"I swear Dean! If you sing! Chew that damn gum! Or say anything that comes out of your mouth from that pea size brain of yours, I am going to kill you!" Sam yelled. Words of an angry hunter echoed throughout the impala, giving the words more emphasis and power. The elder waited for the other sibling's breathing to calm down before doing another attack on the ever so easy to bother younger brother.
"Swing low, sweet chariot! Comin' for to carry me home!" Dean sang as he pulled over the car and quickly got out before could Sam catch him in his outstretched arms.
"You're so dead!"
"Can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!"
