Prompt word: Cramp
Note: … the second of two.
Tight Fit
Sam opened his eyes to find Dean staring at him.
"What?" he asked drowsily.
Dean shook his head and refocused on the dark stretch of highway, smirking in amusement. "How you manage to fold yourself up like that, actually get some sleep, and not wake up with a cramp is beyond me, man. Why don't you just crash in the back?"
Sam sat up, stretched, and resumed proper shotgun position.
"Where, exactly? Between your trash, dirty clothes, newspapers, and duffle bags? There's more room up here, thanks. Smells better, too."
Dean glanced to the back, then at Sam. "Gotta point."
10-2-08