"Are you sure it's safe to sit on the hood?" Sam asked uneasily. "We aren't kids anymore, Dean."

"Climb on up here, Sammy boy, and enjoy the view!" Dean gestured grandly at the night sky from where he leaned against the windshield.

Sam gingerly climbed up and joined his brother. Above them, the Wyoming sky glittered with constellations. Sam drew in a lungful of air. "Smells like camping," he decided. "When's the last time we went camping, Dean? I mean, really roughing it?"

Dean scoffed, "As far as I'm concerned, we're roughing it right now. We don't have any s'mores!"