Grey sky. Birds are going nuts. Sam shivers, stretches on slippery leather upholstery.
He pees against a telephone pole. Wet grass soaks the hem of his jeans.
"Next stop, breakfast."
Stillness. Sam glances at the passenger's seat. Dean's got a funny look on his face.
"HRTCHCHZSSHSHHDGK!"
The car rocks.
Dean wipes his hand gingerly on his thigh. He frowns, cheeks flushing. Sam follows his bloodshot squint out the window to a yellow-green field.
"That bedder dot be ragweed."
"I... uh." Sam swallows.
Dean's nostrils flare. "Hh-HH-HUH-TZCHGHKH!"
Sam starts the engine as the sound of juicy, crackling nose blowing fills the car. "Maybe pharmacy first."