Sam turned and padded back toward his deck chair. He rubbed a hand over his stomach. "Man, I'm starving—must be from that beating I just gave you."
Dean dropped down in his own chair. "Shaddup." He grabbed the bag of varied snacks, grabbing a bag of chips before tossing it to his brother.
Settling back with a bag of pretzels and his book, Sam sighed. "Ahhh, a whole month…"
Dean cracked open a soda. "What?"
"I get to drive the Impala for a whole month."
"Ugh, don't remind me. And if you put a single scratch on my baby…"
TBC…