'Man, I hate this car.'

'I know buddy. We gotta suck it up.'

'It can barely cope with fifty.'

'I know, I get it.'

'I feel like you're the one driving here.'

'Dean.'

'Oh, come on Sam, you wouldn't go close to fifty on a sixty road. I miss the Impala.'

'Well, once we've dicked over Dick, we can have your Baby back.'

'I know, but it's taking so freaking long!'

'It's not my fault.'

'I know, i just … she doesn't even smell right, you know? She smells like poor manufacturing and no power steering.'

'She smells fine. It's a car.'

'Says the guy who got excited to get an external hard drive on his laptop so he could play more World of Warcraft inbetween cases. You think I was following all the giga-shit talk?'

'I know what you're trying to say Dean, I was … never mind. You don't have to insult me. But for the record? I never said it was Baby who was just a car. I meant this one.'

'Good.'

'Or, you know, sorry Sam.'

'Don't push your luck, Sammy.'


Hey, so, at the moment, I've only got a couple more ideas for this. I don't know if I'll take a break or what. I think I have a vague idea for a Charlie one, and a couple of them as kids. If there's something you'd like to see me try, don't hesitate to comment, and I'll work on the idea :)