Writing this completely on the fly! Been so focused on my other stories that I've not touched this for a while. Hope it's good!
'What are you doing?'
'Reading. Research. Preparing myself mentally for any upcoming challenges.'
'Huh. Maybe you should drive. I can think of better things to do when riding shotgun.'
'Not when I'm in the car, okay? I know you picked up a new Busty Asian Beauties … what was that?'
'What was what?'
'That banging?'
'It's the car, Sam. It's old.'
'Is that in the trunk?'
'Fine, okay, yes, it's Crowley. He's the junk in my trunk.'
'That joke is just never going to get old, is it? I know he's in there, I didn't realise he could be so loud. What do you think he's trying to say?'
'I think he's asking to have my skin mag when I'm done with it.'
'I think he's asking to go pray for redemption.'
'I think he wants a piece of Castiel.'
'When you're done with him?'
'When are you going to get off that one?'
'You love him. Admit it.'
'No. And I don't know why you brought him up.'
'Dean, you brought him up.'
'That's what she said.'
'Oh, Dean, eww!'