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Sam sighed and leaned an elbow against the door, index and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. He breathed in a deep breath, widening his eyes and blinking, briefly stretching out. Several loud pops sounded, and the man didn't hide a cringe. "Where're we now?" he asked, and ran his right hand over and throw his hair, pushing it out of his face.
Dean glanced over at Sam for a moment, then back at the road. "We're a hundred miles outside Tulsa Oklahoma. You've been out of it for..." he looked at time, "'bout two hours." He smirked slightly. "I nearly put a spoon in your mouth... would've if I'd found one," he added.
Sam shot him an annoyed look, before he went back to rubbing a hand over his eyes. He ran both hands over his face and through his hair, holding it back, before he let them drop onto his legs. That's when he noticed it. A giant billboard with the words "Hurt? Call Burt," and a personal injury lawyer posing. He huffed an amused laugh.
"What?" Dean asked, wondering what Sam had suddenly decided was so humorous. He glanced at Sam again, wandering whether he'd jsut come to his senses, seeing that the joke had been funny, or if it was something else.
Sam looked over at his brother, and waved towards the window. "The attorney billboard? 'Hurt, call Burt'?" his voice grew strange when he repeated the motto, and he narrowed his eyes, shaking his head and throwing his arms up in a shrug.
Dean rolled his eyes-and his head-then snorted. "How do people come up with that crap anyway?" he huffed, shaking his head and leaning slightly against the door, keeping one hand on the wheel of 'his baby' as they drove along.
Sam laughed quietly. He looked back out the window, watching the scenery of fields quickly passing. He wanted to reach a town - the drives between always seemed to be awful, long, and hot. Not to mention the miles between bathroom breaks.
Dean noted Sam's temporary silence. "Want me to drive faster?" he asked, mostly teasing. The hardest thing about roadtrips... traveling the country... had always been one thing: Bathrooms. They were few and far between at times, and you ended up traveling several hundred miles without anywhere to stop.
Oh the childhood memories.
Sam rolled his eyes, lips pursed as he tried not to smile. He opened and closed his mouth, then ended up closing his eyes, huffing loudly despite the grin now on his face. "Well, if you see a Denny's..."
Dean laughed-grinning widely as he caught the reference to a childhood joke he and Sam had from when they were younger. He'd been eighteen, and Sam had been fourteen. They'd been hunting with John at the time. They'd been nearing the end of a sixteen hour drive from California to New Mexico...
"Yeah-Dad must've been suffering..." he snorted. "He was desperate-I swear, he was asking every few minutes if we saw a place to stop."
Sam looked down at his hands, still smiling, and now on the verge of laughter. "I was almost sure he was just going to exit the freeway via driving over the ditch into the Denny's parking lot."
"Yeah-he said he would've if we weren't there," Dean snorted. He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. "As it was, he nearly hopped a curb going the back way from a hotel, remember?" Dean was grinning, still trying to keep from hooting out in laughter.
Sam laughed. "Yeah - and the other entrance, he was so positive that snow mound had been a curb."
Dean laughed at that. "I know-he wouldn't listen!" He laughed again. "By the time he finally found a way around, he slammed on the brakes as soon as we got a parking spot." Dean's green eyes sparkled with memory. "He threw open the door and bolted."
Amusement sparkled in Sam's hazel eyes. "It must have been torture up till then." The younger brother pressed fingers against his eyes, "The looks he got!"
"He totally didn't care... he was desperate." He chuckled. "Pick a seat, Boy! Be right back!" he impersonated his father's voice. "He was gone for... what? Seven minutes?"
"That must have been something to behold for anyone else in there," Sam joked, and shook his head subtly.
Dean rolled his eyes again, then burst out in more laughter as he pointed to a yellow and red themed building. "Speaking of..." A Denny's building was just ahead, right off the freeway exit.
Sam let out an odd sound, somewhat like a snickering guffaw. His eyebrows moved closer together, and he all but groaned, glancing between the restaurant and his brother. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?"
Dean smirked. "Oh... I don't know. Sure you don't have any other motives?" he teased, but all the same, he slowed and turned, exiting the freeway and heading down the ramp. He grinned at Sam for a moment.
Sam snorted and looked caught Dean with an incredulous stare. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, and chose to stay silent.
Dean grinned and turned the car into a parking lot, at which point he pretended to change his mind. "You sure you don't wanna just pass by this nowhere town and get to Tulsa?" he asked, grinning, trying not to laugh.
Sam puffed out a noisy breath, and was already getting out of the car, long legs exiting first. The door groaned loudly, then creaked as it slammed shut. He made his way towards the Denny's entrance.
Dean laughed. "Get's funnier every time." He pulled the keys out and followed Sam, chuckling as he closed the door to the classic black car and walked toward the Denny's. "Run, Sam!" he kidded.
Sam shot a murderous glare over his shoulder, "Don't," he warned, yet as he looked away an annoyed smile tugged at his lips. He yanked open the door with more force than needed, and let it shut behind him.
Dean followed him in, humming and laughing softly to himself as he remembered that history so often repeats itself.
Oh the memories. Dear ol' roadtrips...
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