Chapter 2- "Bitch- Jerk" yet again.
Sam woke up two hours later. He looked at his brother, and noticed that his eyes were bloodshot.
"Dean, why are your eyes red?" Sam asked, worried.
"My eyes have been on the road for over twelve hours cupcake. You expect them to be what, green? Blue perhaps?" Dean retorted, not looking at Sam.
Sam knew that during Dean's weak moments, he tended to act like a stud (read-asshole) and also avoided looking at his younger brother.
Sam knew Dean had cried, but god damn him if he knew the reason. He decided not to prod further, because that would really tick Dean off. The last thing Sam wanted to do right now was piss Dean off.
"Uhhh, Dean? If I promise not to crash the car, will you let me drive it?" Sam asked, after a while.
"And why would I do that?" Dean asked, frowning.
"'Cuz you are tired Dean, that's why. You've been driving the friggin' thing for fourteen hours straight!" Sam said, stating the obvious.
"Respect Sam. She's older than you and me" Dean said, patting his dashboard.
"Awww baby, don't mind Sammy, he's just on his period. That's why he's being such a bitch" Dean said consolingly, to his "baby".
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Oh shut up Dean!"
"Bitch."