Author's Note- Look, I actually created a drabble that is exactly 100 words. Now, if I could just think of a title...


Sam leaned his head against the cool pane of glass and watched the green fields of Omaha blur past. The Impala rumbled smoothly over the infinite stretch of highway. The music was off and the brothers sat in peaceful silence, enjoying their full bellies and the blue skies. It was scorching outside, so the air conditioning was on full-blast.

"Dude," Dean said suddenly, shifting in his seat. "The burritos were a bad idea."

"Why?"

Dean leaned against the driver's side door and farted. "That's why."

Sam closed his eyes in exasperation and quickly rolled down the window.

Some things never change.