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Don't Mess With Texas
Breakfast was on the road again.
Dean didn't seem to have any objections to eating a greasy egg, cheese and bacon sandwich reheated in a scuzzy microwave from the last gas station they stopped at, but Sam's stomach wasn't lead-lined as his older brother's seemed to be, so he opted instead for a plain cup of coffee.
"God, I hate Texas..." Dean griped as he drove with his mouth full of food, causing Sam to pull a disgusted face when he was hit by some of the flying spittle. "We've been driving for nearly eight hours and we're still a hundred miles away from the damn border. "
"Well, it's a big state, Dean." Sam pointed out and was rewarded with a dramatic roll of Dean's eyes.
"Yeah, and it's hot, miserable and the only sign of life we've seen for the past three hours has been the dead armadillo we passed on the side of the road an hour ago. "
"Look, I said I was sorry, what else do you want from me?" Sam asked growing irritated with Dean's bitchiness that had persisted since they left El Paso.
"I just want you to promise me that we will never, ever, go hunting for chupacabra in the middle of August in west Texas ever again or I'll shoot you myself, I swear to God."
"It's not my fault that the only way to catch those things is to go after them while they sleep during the day."
"Yeah...in the desert. It would have been nice to know that little tid-bit of info beforehand."
"I did tell you. You just weren't listening. Besides, you're just mad because you passed out like a little girl. " Sam came back with a little smirk.
"I didn't pass out..." Dean asserted "just got a little light-headed, that's all. It's like a billion degrees out there and I was the one doing all the running around."
"Whatever...Wuss. I was running plenty myself and I didn't get dehydrated. Why? Because I drank lots of water, like I suggested we do, but did you listen? yet again, that would be a 'no'."
"Who you callin' a wuss, Wuss? You're the one that 'stayed in the rear' while I did all of the work flushing that fugly thing out of the brush."
"It worked, didn't it? The thing's dead."
"Yeah....but I never got to even take a shot at it."
"Are you seriously upset because you didn't get to shoot it?"
"I'm more upset about the sunburn I got. It hurts like hell..." He complained while shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"I told you should have kept your shirt on and put on sunscreen." Sam smirked back at Dean. "Even John Wayne wore long sleeves in the desert for a reason."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Dean turned a pained eye towards his smirking little brother.
"Immensely".Sam grinned in self-satisfaction then pointed to Dean, who's face was beet-red except for the skin surrounding his eyes. "look on the bright side, at least you were wearing your sunglasses, Rocky Racoon."
"Okay, Bee-atch, you are so getting a beat-down whenever we stop."
Sam just laughed and smacked him on the shoulder just to prove that Dean would be no match for him in any kind of physical fight.
"Ow!, Ow! Ow! Un-called for!" Dean winced, rubbing his burned shoulder.
"So, you really wanna try that beat -down now?"
"Okay, maybe not now, but once I start peelin' you better watch your back."
Sam just laughed, safe in the knowledge that they still had a long ways to go before they were out of Texas.