"Evvveryyy Rooosee Hasss itsss thorrnnss.." Dean sang along with the radio altogether too loud and too proud in Sams opinion. He had been trying to ignore it and pay attention to the sound of the rain that was hitting the roof of the Impala in buckets. The rain was flowing down the windshield like a waterfall and thunder was cracking in the distance making it next to impossible for Sam to sleep. The Poison wasn't helping either.
"Evveryy cowboy sings a sad sad sooonng" Dean overemphasized his fake accent more and more as the song went on. It was two in the morning and Dean had insisted on blowing passed the last motel they saw over two hours ago because he was convinced that if they drove through the night they would make it to West Virginia by morning. Sam had agreed because he knew he didn't really have a choice in the matter and anyways it wasn't like he'd been counting on the sky starting to fall and Dean listening to Poison unbelievably loud. He couldn't take it any longer and hit the eject button on the stereo.
"Evvveryyy Rosee has its thoo-dude what are you doing?" Dean was surprised to suddenly hear only his voice.
"Poison, Dean, really?" Sam smiled and picked up the cassette.
"Don't diss Poison, man. Its better that the Tori Spelling shit you listen to." Dean looked at him, swerving to the left for a moment before re-centering the vehicle.
"It's Tori Amos and try not to kill us." Sam said, rolling down the window.
"Why are you opening the window in the rain? I swear if you fuck up my interior."
"Don't worry about your precious interior, Dean." Sam smiled and chucked the cassette out the window.
"What the hell! You're buying me a new one, dick!" Dean spat.
"Yeah, I'll buy you the CD when you buy a player." Sam laughed as he rolled the window back up, knowing full well that there was no chance in hell that Dean would ever install a CD player in his car.
"There's only one player in this car Sammy," Dean smiled as he put an ACDC cassette in the player. "And that's all this baby needs."