"Heat of the moment…"
Dean grinned, bobbing his head to the sweet tunes of Asia. Beside him, Sam twitched. Not the 'I have an itch' twitch, but the eye-winking, lip-snarling, 'I'm about to go apeshit crazy' twitch.
"Dude, you okay?"
Sam grimaced.
"Fine. Uh, could you just… change the station?"
"Dude!" Dean reeled. "This is like the only good thing on."
"Just change the station, Dean," Sam said firmly, turning to him with, not his usual Puppy eyes, but the 'I'm about to throw a tantrum' glare he'd seen since Sam was two. Sam wasn't screwing around.
"Whatever," Dean grunted.
