"Dean, why are we in Australia?" Sam asked trying to strike conversation.
"Remember the whole ghost hitch hiker killing people?" Dean replied as they walked into a small lobby with one sliver desk at the front.
"Is this the car rental place?" Dean asked the short woman sitting at the desk.
"Yes," she replied.
"I'm Mr.." He paused and looked around the room, "Mr. Thomas"
"Mac," Sam whispered.
"Mac," Dean repeated.
"Mr. Mac, you're the one who called this morning?" She asked.
"Guilty" Dean said,
"Ok, here are your keys." She said, "You should find your car in the parking spot closes to the office. Enjoy."
"Mr. Thomas Mac?" Dean asked laughing once they had gotten out of the office.
"I was half asleep at the time." Sam said. Dean grinned; he was looking at a black ute.
"Is this ours?" He asked pointing to the ute.
"No, Dean. I think you'll find this is our car…" Sam said chucking.
"You have to be kidding me!" Dean shouted staring at a small red bug. "Man." He opened the left hand side door, Sam got in.
"Thanks bro," Sam said grinning. Dean only just realized the driver's side was on the right. He opened the right hand side door and got in.
"Roomy." Dean joked,
"Not funny, Dean." Sam said as he tried to find a comfortable position to sit in.
"This is going to be a long drive." Dean said.
Several hours passed and Sam had fallen asleep. Dean was driving.
Sam suddenly woke with a startle. There was a loud horn honking at them,
"Dean! Get on the left," Sam shouted pulling the wheel towards his side.
"What was that for?" Dean asked.
"Australians drive on the left, Dean." Sam said laughing.
"Friggin' hell."