'Hey Cas, wanna play a road game? It helps pass the time when we're stuck in here for ten hours straight.'
'I don't think this is gonna work.'
'Shut up Dean. What do you think, Cas? Wanna play I spy?'
'Do we indulge in espionage?'
'What? No, you pick something, like, I don't know, that windmill over there. See it? But you don't tell anyone you picked it. Then you say "I spy with my liitle eye, something beginning with 'w' and we have to guess until we get to windmill. And whoever gets it right gets the next go. Simple, right?'
'I think I understand. May I go first?'
'Sure.'
'Okay. But first I have a question.'
'Go for it.'
'Why is it my little eye? Which eye is my little eye? Is it in comparison to the other eye, or to something else instead-'
'It's the rhyme you say to let people know it's your turn. Sam uses it as a delay tactic when he doesn't have a clue what to pick.'
'Ah. Okay. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with A.'
'So far, so good. Uhhm, apple?'
'Can you see a goddamn apple anywhere around here Sam?'
'No Sam, not an apple.'
'Angel.'
'Dean, I cannot see myself.'
'You could if you looked in the mirror, Cas.'
'Oh. That's a good point. But no, it's not my A.'
'What about angel's bitch?'
'What is an angel's bitch?'
'Well, Dean's your bitch.'
'And you're my bitch Sam, how'd you like that?'
'I still don't understand.'
'It means that Dean would do anything for you, Cas. Any time you ask.'
'That's nice. I like Dean being my bitch. But no, Dean is not my A. Although, my A is in Dean.'
'Is it ass?'
'No, my A is not in Dean's ass.'
'There's a first.'
'I will make you walk, Sam!'
'Look, Cas, we give up. What was your A?'
'I cannot tell you, you have to guess.'
'You can tell if we're giving up. Sam wants to give up, so do I. What was it?'
'Atom. A for atom.'
'New rule when we play I spy, Cas. Only pick objects that all species in the car can see and identify.'