"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bobby asked from the passenger seat of the Impala. "Dean'd have you head if he knew what you were doing."
"Yeah, well Dean's not here," Sam snapped. Overemotional. He was always so overemotional about his brother. It didn't help that he hadn't slept decently in two months and was currently craving caffeine, or that Ruby, his usual company, was such an incessant pain in the ass and was always grating on his nerves. It didn't help that the demon blood that had felt so fresh yesterday morning was wearing off and the tingle just beneath his skin was coming back, making him itch, making him need.
It didn't help that his brother had been dead for two months, or that Sam knew he was in Hell, or that there was nothing he could do to save him.
"Well, why'd you need me to come with you? It's a simple—"
"Why are you asking me so many questions, Bobby? I've been wanting to do this since I set foot in this car, but Dean was always refusing—"
"He liked it the way it is, boy!" Bobby growled, his nerves more and more frayed by the day. Hadn't heard a peep from Sam since they buried Dean, and now he calls up, out of the blue, for this?
Sam could practically hear Dean screaming in his head as he talked to the technician.
"Don't you touch her, Sam. Don't you touch my baby!"
Bobby and Sam sat in the lobby, Bobby reading through some stupid magazine, Sam watching the clock tick. Forty-seven minutes later, the technician came back in.
"She's all set," he said with a smile, needle-nose pliers in hand. "Comes up to 250 even."
"Two hundred and fifty—" Bobby began, flabbergasted, but Sam cut him off.
"Two fifty it is," Sam said, signing the form on the clipboard, then marched out to the Impala, a still-annoyed Bobby in tow. They got in the car, and Bobby stared at the new appliance on the dash, wrinkling his nose.
"Ugh. Disgusting. Dean would impale your ass if he knew what crap you'd done to his car."
"I know," Sam said, pulling the black iPod out of his pocket and hooking it to the console. Music flooded through the Impala's speakers, and Sam grinned, whilst Bobby simply went on being disgusted.
I'm still your pain in the ass little brother, Dean.