"You realize you're Luke and I'm Han, right?"
Sam's head snapped up from what he was reading and he wrinkled his forehead. "Huh?"
"Luke Skywalker and Han Solo..." Dean took his hand off the steering wheel to gesticulate pointlessly. "You're the goody two-shoes with the dark side powers and I'm the awesome roguish scoundrel."
"Sidekick." Sam said clearly.
"What?"
"You're the rougish scoundrel sidekick. It's Luke's story."
Dean considered. Bit his lip. "Yeah well no one likes Luke."
Sam snorted. "I like Luke."
"Yeah. You and no one else."
Sam snapped the leather bound book on his lap shut. He looked up at Dean through his mop of hair. The bangs had started to grow out a little.
"Does that make this the Falcon?"
Dean's expression lit up. "Yeah. Yeah it does!" He patted the dash. "You my girl, Baby? Huh?"
"You mean your outdated hunk of junk."
"Dude, don't you dare."
Sam smirked enough so that one dimple showed as he tried to repress the smile. "Oh I'm sorry. Did she make the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs?"
"Shut up, Sam."