JOB WELL DUNG
The Impala rolled onto the highway, and Sam burned with embarrassment as he glanced across at his brother who looked worryingly comfortable sitting in the Impala in just his underwear.
He would have welcomed a blunt instrument and sweet oblivion.
"What if someone sees us?" Sam hissed, fidgeting miserably as the Impala's leather upholstery stuck to his bare skin.
"Who's gonna see us?" Dean snorted, "we're out at the ass end of nowhere; the nearest town is way over ther …"
His voice trailed away as a sign appeared ahead.
'ROAD CLOSED AHEAD; DIVERSIONARY ROUTE THROUGH CITY CENTRE'
"Dean I hate you so much…"