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Sam was trying very hard to keep himself from drawing his weapon. Dean was deliberately slowing them down, using every excuse he could think of to delay their departure from Bobby's house. Sam on the other hand, had been packed since dawn.

"Dean, get in the car," Sam said calmly. "Bobby said there's no job for us right now, so let's just hit the road already."

"You know how quickly a job can come up," Dean argued as he slowly poured himself his fifth cup of coffee. He wasn't going without a fight. "And we need to be available when it does, and it doesn't get any more available than being right here. Bobby might need us for something."

"Don't drag me into this, boy," Bobby sputtered into his own coffee. "I knew this was coming. I've got a few other hunters ready to take any jobs that pop up."

"What about the car," Dean stated, suddenly changing tactics.

"What about the car," Sam demanded, starting to lose his patience.

"Needs an oil change," Dean said smartly with a triumphant grin.

"You did it two days ago, when you thought I was at the library," Sam stated as he firmly set his empty coffee cup into the sink. "So stop being an ass and get into the car."

Dean looked at Bobby for support, giving him what he thought was his most pitiful 'help me' face. Bobby caught his eye and jerked his head towards Sam before saying, "Better get your stuff, Dean. He might drag you out of here kicking and screaming; and if I were you, I'd want to walk out of here with more dignity than that."

Dean sighed and threw his hands up into the air. "Fine! Fine! You can both be a pain in my ass," Dean grumbled loudly as he left the table and stomped upstairs.

"You have a plan for this," Bobby asked.

"For his bitchy mode," Sam asked. "Yeah, a full flask with his name on it and then hopefully a nap in the backseat."

"Good idea," Bobby said.

Getting Dean into the car was more difficult than Sam had planned on. Dean had trudged out to the car, duffel bag in hand and refused to get in.

"Dean," Sam warned as he held the door open.

"I want to drive," Dean said with his arms crossed over his chest.

"No! You don't even know where we're going. Get in or I will take the Impala and leave you here," Sam replied as he jingled the keys in his hand. "And I will take her through every Walmart parking lot I can find between us and our destination."

"I have a few demands," Dean stated firmly.

Sam sighed and tried to reframe from beating his head against the car. "Like what," Sam asked.

"I get to pick the music," Dean replied.

"Like always," Sam snorted derisively.

"And I want peanut M&Ms and junk food for the road without any nagging from you. My arteries, my business," Dean said slowly as he struggled to think of something Sam would baulk at doing.

Sam shook his head and said, "Okay fine. Anything else, Dean?"

"I want….the right to make more demands as I think of them," Dean said as he chucked his bag into the trunk.

"And if I refuse to give into those demands, I guess you can always walk back to Bobby's," Sam said as Dean climbed into the passenger seat with a deep set frown.

"Bobby, call with anything. We can turn back at any time," Dean called out as he gave Bobby the international 'call me' sign with a begging look.

Bobby chuckled and called out, "You boys have fun and don't kill each other." He stood on the porch until the Impala was out of sight before heading back into the house for some much needed peace and quiet.

The drive out of Sioux City was silent, Sam driving while a small smile tugged at his mouth. They were going on a vacation, and not some lame vacation, an honest to God great vacation. He glanced over at Dean, who was leaning against the window with his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep and Sam was slightly curious why Dean would rather just hide out behind closed eyelids than argue with him.

Sam was pulling onto the on-ramp when he took a casual glance in the rearview mirror and nearly crashed the car.

"Cas," Sam yelled out in surprised as he haphazardly pulled onto the interstate, horns honking all round him. "Would you please not do that!"

Castiel looked at him in the mirror and asked, "Why would my sudden materialization into the car cause you concern, Sam? I've done it many times without incident while you are the one who has come close to wrecking the car. Perhaps Dean should be driving."

Dean turned to look at Cas and gave him the customary nod of acknowledgement. "How's it going Cas," Dean asked. "You have a job for us? Cause we are available."

"Dean, that is a very uncustomary offer from you; as you frequently despise any orders from Heaven," Cas replied, his voice monotone.

Sam's realization hit him hard. "Cas, how did you find us," he asked; his shoulders squared and tense. "I thought we were off the heavenly radar."

"You are hidden from Heaven's eyes, yes," Castiel replied. "There is no cause for concern."

Sam glanced over at Dean; he was being unusually quiet although Sam could detect a slight smirk growing on his face.

"Dean! Did you pray for Cas to rescue you?!" Sam almost yelled.

"I must admit, Dean, I do not see cause for alarm. You seem to be in no physical peril," Castiel stated; not understanding why Sam was experiencing frustration and cardiac palpitations.

"I can't believe you Dean," Sam said as he angrily gunned the engine.

"Sam, is my presence causing you discomfort," Castiel asked. "Would you prefer that I leave?"

Sam sighed and gripped the steering wheel tighter. "No Cas, it's fine," he muttered. "Dean's just acting like a child."

"I must admit I am curious about where you are headed. You do not seem to be in the typical rush to get somewhere," Castiel stated. "Dean, what is this emergency you were so adamant about?"

Sam snorted and shook his head. "Yeah, Dean, what's the emergency?"

Dean shot Castiel a smoldering look over his shoulder before saying, "Cas, I am being taken against my will on a vacation. I thought my instructions were pretty darn simple. You were supposed to just beam me out of the car and drop me back at Bobby's."

"I didn't see the particular need and due to the concern it would cause your brother, I thought it best to consult you for more information," Castiel said. "Sam, would you like me to remove Dean from the car at this time?"

"No. And don't listen to him Cas," Sam replied. "He's just upset about having to go on vacation."

"I was unaware that hunters take breaks from their work," Castiel said.

"Exactly! They don't," Dean exclaimed. "We shouldn't be going."

"Dean shut up! And Cas, we are going on vacation," Sam said again.

"Where are you going for this vacation," Castiel asked.

"Not going to say, it's a surprise," Sam said.

"Would it not be easier to just let me transport you to your destination in an instant," Castiel asked curiously.

"Cas! I don't know where I'm going, but I do know I don't want to be constipated when I get there," Dean replied.

"How long will this drive take using your conventional methods," Castiel asked as he glanced at Sam.

"Two days if we drive twelve hours each day," Sam replied.

"Sam, come on, we can drive that in a day. We'll just take turns at the wheel," Dean complained.

"No Dean! It's a vacation! Not a race. I want to sleep, in a bed and be able to take a shower," Sam exclaimed. "We're spending two days on the road. End of story."

"Fine," Dean snapped as he shoved his jacket against the window and leaned against it, closing his eyes.

They road in silence for an hour before Dean woke up, he glanced in the back and jumped slightly when he realized Castiel was still sitting in the backseat.

"Pull over," Dean said as he stretched.

"Dude, we've only been on the road for like an hour," Sam said.

"Hey! I had a whole pot of coffee before we left," Dean exclaimed. "Pull over or else!"

Sam sighed as he pulled over at the next exit and drove to a gas station. "Be back in sec," Dean said as he climbed out of the car. He walked into the small store and headed for the bathroom. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and chuckled. He smiled almost maliciously as he dialed the number he had found in Sam's phone.

He waited for the ringing to stop and told the young woman on the other end of the line, "I'd like the voicemail for Chris, vacation planner extraordinaire please."

As the phone clicked over and beeped, he cleared his throat before saying, "Yeah, Chris, this is Dean Winchester, Sam's brother. He told me you arranged this little trip to hell of ours and I just wanted to let you know that if I find that I drove for two days for some crappy cruise or water park, I will hunt you down and destroy you. Tootles!"

Sam watched as Dean strolled out of the store, bag of junk food hanging from his arm. Dean was smiling as he handed Castiel a brightly colored bag.

"What is this Dean," Castiel asked he turned the package over in his hands.

"Gummy worms, try them out," Dean explained.

"I was unaware that you approved of eating insects," Castiel said awkwardly.

Sam laughed as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. "They're not real insects Cas, they're candy. Just sugar and gelatin and some other crap," Sam explained. "Try them out."

Sam and Dean listened to Castiel try to open the bag for several minutes before Dean just reached back and pulled it out of Castiel's hands. He ripped it open with his teeth before handing it to back to Castiel. Sam watched Cas in the rearview mirror as he held one of the neon colored gummy worms up and examined it. It was a good five minutes before Cas decided to put it in his mouth. Sam was tempted to laugh as Castiel's expression moved from startled, too puzzled, and then somewhere near euphoric.

"These worms are quite enjoyable for consumption," Cas stated as he pulled another from the bag.

Another hour of loud Led Zeppelin passed before anyone spoke up.

"I have eaten all of my worms, Dean. And I have a question that perhaps one of you can answer," Castiel stated as he looked longingly into the empty gummy worm package.

"What's up Cas," Sam asked, wondering what he could possibly need.

"Are we there yet," Castiel asked.

Okay.

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