I had a couple more ideas for this! I'm stalling for a moment on Those Nephilim Days, because one scene isn't sitting right at the moment. But I have a cunning plan, and a very awesome partner-in-crime for it. Well, I have one of those things.
'Shut up, Sammy.'
'I didn't say anything.'
'No, but you did that thing.'
'What thing?'
'The thing where you take a deep breath in and moved your feet like you could hit the brakes. Everyone knows the speed limit is just a suggestion. You don't need to be a backseat driver.'
'I wasn't aware I was doing it.'
'You're doing it again!'
'Well, sorry Dean, but maybe if you drove like a regular person it wouldn't be a problem.'
'Screw you, Sam.'
'And I keep my mouth shut so much about your driving. Like, I would never make the tires squeal, I wouldn't risk overheating the engine, I wouldn't let it smell of fried food-'
'Are you seriously going there right now? I don't crawl along, hoping the way the damn earth turns would be enough to get me from A to B, I don't criticise every time you oversteer, which you totally do. End of the story Sam? It's my damn car, they're my damn rules. Shut your cake hole.'
'I wasn't trying-'
'Cake hole closed. Now.'