The speedometer climbed past 80 and Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Hey, Mario Andretti. You wanna ease off a little?"
"Huh? Oh." Dean eased his leaden foot off of the gas and Baby began to coast, she wasn't slowing but at least she wasn't gaining speed.
"Let's hit that rest stop, okay, I gotta take a leak."
Dean took the exit. Baby's tires weaved a bit erratically until they slid to a stop.
Sam got out, closed the door and leaned his back against it. He wasn't looking forward to the confrontation.
"S'mmy, hit the head and let's go, man."
Sam walked around to the driver's side and opened the door. "How much have you had to drink?"
Dean looked up at him, the surprise evident on his face. "I can drink and drive Sam, do it all the time."
"Yeah, well right now you can't- so slide over and let me drive." Sam shouldered into him and Dean found himself being physically pushed into the opposite seat. He let out a protesting squeak.
Sam shut the door. "How long is this gonna keep up, man?"
Dean sat in sullen silence, fuming at the question.
"Answer me. How long, Dean?"
Dean shot him a look of wounded anger and crossed his arms.
Sam shook his head and started the car.
They'd driven in stony silence for a few miles before Dean spoke. "As long as it has to."
Thanks for all the great feedback last chapter, you guys. These are coming to me fast and furiously now that I'm procrastinating on Hexes Redux. ;)