Dean looked in the rearview mirror. "Crap."

Sam didn't look back. "What is it?"

"Cops."

Sam lifted his bottle of orange juice and took another sip. "Told you that cop back at the Quiki-Mart made us."

"Big deal," Dean said irritably. "You just love being right, don't you?"

"Yep." Sam laughed. "So, what do you wanna do, Grumpy?"

"Damn it," Dean groaned. "All I want is to get home and go to bed!"

"Well, we can't lead them back to the bunker," Sam pointed out.

Silence.

"Highway's just a couple miles," Dean said finally.

"If they let us get that far."