Alice wasn't a patient person under the best of circumstances, and was even less so when she had to sit still while she was waiting for something.

Dean and Alice sat together in the Impala, waiting for Sam to come back from the bathroom. His cheeseburger had not agreed with him, and he had been in the bathroom for a while now. Alice was antsing to get back on the road, though why, Dean couldn't say. They had nowhere to be, no case to work, nothing to do but drive until something interesting presented itself, or something tried to kill them.

Dean's eyes crept downward, to watch Alice's feet. Her left foot, in particular. She was tapping it incessantly, so hard that the entire car was shaking.

"Alice, you're making the car shake," Dean complained.

"Hmm?" Alice said, seeming to just realize for the first time that she was moving. "Oh. Sorry."

She stopped tapping, and Dean leaned back in his seat. Less than a minute later, however, her foot was back at work, and she seemed to be unaware of it. Dean tried to ignore her for a while, and succeeded for about thirty seconds.

"Alice, your foot," he groaned.

"Right. Sorry."

Alice stopped tapping her foot, and Dean sighed in relief, sure that this would be the end of the shaking.

He was wrong.

Alice's foot started up again in a few minutes, this time moving more quickly than ever before.

"Alice, you're driving me crazy!" Dean growled, lunging down to hold Alice's foot in place.

"Oh my god, Dean!" Alice shot back, pushing him off her. "You're worse than my frigging grandmother!"

"And you're worse than Sam on a sugar high!" Dean retorted, sticking his leg onto her side of the car and holding her foot down with his.

"You can't do that forever, you need both feet to drive," Alice snarled, pushing him away unsuccessfully.

Dean started to snap back at her, before a light bulb went off in his head.

"You know, you're right," he said breathlessly, letting her foot go.

Alice narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously as he got out of the car, and went around to the trunk.

"Dean, what are you doing?" she called.

He ignored her, rooting through the trunk.


Sam finally emerged from the bathroom, looking a bit worse for wear. As he approached the Impala, it occurred to him that something didn't look quite right. Alice was glowering through the windshield, with her arms crossed over her chest. Sam peered in the window, his eyebrows rising as he realized her arms were actually ducktaped together against her chest. A quick glance downward told Sam that Alice's feet were also wrapped in in tape, and firmly moored to the floor.

"Do I even want to ask?" Sam said dubiously.

"No!" Alice and Dean replied in unison.