The Red Punch-Buggy
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Chapter Two
They drove down the thankfully barren road all the while Dean pointed out all of the Buggy's never ending flaws.
"What is this," Dean asked, as he tried to adjust his seat. It seemed to Sam, however, that even though he was comfortably positioned that he would find this one of the car's flaws.
"Get over it," Sam mutters for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last half hour.
Dean shot his brother a glare and kept on trying to adjust the seat. When he seemed satisfied, they pulled out of the gas station.
Not three minutes down the road, however, and he found yet another problem.
"What the heck is this," Dean asked, grabbing the pink dice hanging from the rear view mirror.
Leaning his head back and wondering how much longer it would take for the size and inefficiency to pool over and the whole color, non-leather complexity to begin again, Sam noted it would make for one long, long ride.