Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
The sun burned hot in the Arizona sky. The road wove back and forth through the seemingly endless mountains. A lone car traveled through the narrow roads. The black metal pulled in the heat from the sun, thus, the air conditioning was running full blast.
Dean glanced over at Sam, who'd fallen asleep in the passenger seat some time ago. Sam was gonna make him fall asleep looking like that. He huffed out a quiet laugh at the thought.
"Get the SALT!" Dean exclaimed, grinning as he waited for the reaction he knew would come.
Sam shot up in the bench seat, long legs scrambling and knees hitting the dashboard. He reached for the door handle; hazel eyes widened as he watched land moving by, mountains of the long twisting road they traveled. Drop offs and heights normally didn't bother Sam; but for this, he might make an exception. Between his mind being sent into a hunter-mode panic, and being drawn out of sleep so rudely... He let out a loud huff through his open mouth, which proceeded to clack shut with a click.
He shot his brother a disbelieving glare, swallowing and tipping his head to the right. He raised his arms in an annoyed, indignant gesture, before dropping his hands into his lap. "You're a JerK, Dean."
"Yeah? Whatever, B*tch," Dean laughed... and laughed, and kept laughing. Because honestly, that was a little funny, and by a little, he really meant a lot. "C'mon Sammy, that was funny. Admit it."
Sam continued to give him the same annoyed look. "Yeah, hilarious."
Dean grinned over at Sam for a second, then quickly turned his attention back to the road. He slowed down, turned, to avoid a VERY steep cliff. (complete with river and sharp rocks at the bottom.) "Okay, map, I think we're two hundred miles out of Phoenix," he said, nodding toward Sam as a 'check the map' cue.
Sam snatched the map from where he'd left it above the glove compartment, but still didn't let his eyes leave his brother for several long seconds. He gripped the map with both hands, unfolding it and jolted it back slightly. Only then did his eyes leave Dean. He subtly shook his head, and looked down at the map, shifting in his seat to hunch broad shoulders over, and started moving his finger over where he knew they had been last time he'd looked, to where they were now. "What was the last road name," he asked, hints of boredom and duty in his tone.
"Uh... think it was Wren, or some bird name," Dean stated with a vague expression as he tried to remember it. He looked around, seeing the endless mountains just... kept on going. It would be a while before they reached Phoenix.
"Hey, remember that time when we were kids... Dad took us to Phoenix and we got stuck on the freeway for two hours?" Dean asked, shaking his head at the memory.
"Yeah," Sam replied distantly, eyes scanning over the paper. "And then you started freaking out the people in the other cars? Not something I can easily forget," Sam nearly smiled, but fought it off.
Dean snorted and turned to grin at his HUGE-little-brother. "Oh don't act all innocent, you were right there beside me making faces at 'em too, C'mon, fess up," Dean thudded a fist against Sam's shoulder.
"No," Sam denied, lips continuously twitching as he kept fighting off the urge to smile. He didn't look at his brother - he already knew exactly what expression he was making. In fact, sometimes he thought he knew that expression better than he knew himself.
"Yes, you totally were. Remember that one time?" Dean snorted. "We were making faces at a lady, and we turned away for a second, then you looked back... looking kinda like a goblin, and instead of the lady, a biker dude was there?" Dean chuckled.
Sam finally gave into a laugh, albeit a soft, contained one. "He looked as surprised as I did," the once college student had a sideways, teeth-showing smile on his face. He shook the map, and refolded it, tossing it next to himself. "When we get out of the mountains there's a town we have to drive through."
Dean smiled in reverie, then nodded at Sam's last statement. "What KIND of town? A fun town, or more the... ugly-little-buildings-on -a-dirt-patch kinda town?"
Sam smirked. "My bet's on the latter." He leaned back against the seat, staring out the front windshield.
"Always is," Dean laughed, rolling his eyes. He glanced over the side of a rather ominous cliff and looked out at the valley below it. "Dude, Sam, if I was a girl... I dunno, like you-" he teased, then went on, "I'd want a picture of that."
Sam puffed, and hid his irritated, yet genuine smile.
Looks like this car shot series may be revisited from time to time... Thanks for reading. God bless.