Epilogue
"Dean and the Impala sitting in a tree-"
"Shut up Sam!"
Suddenly the radio turned on and tuned itself, blasting Skid Row at full volume.
Your jokes ain´t funny and there´s
nothin´ you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin´
your ass out
Is music to my ears
Dean turned to Sam, a full grin plastered on his face.
Sam sunk down in his seat, "shut up..."
You´re standin´ too close what the
fuck´s with you,
You ain´t my old lady and
you ain´t a tattoo
No need to whimper, no need to shout
This party´s over, so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out