Fuck or Die
Sam tugged at Dean's belt buckle. "Dean. That man by the Slurpee machine just told me we have to fuck. Or die."
Dean's face turned pale. "Oh, shit, Sammy. Really?"
Sam bit his lip. "Um. Yeah. I swear."
Dean seized Sam's hand and practically pulled his arm out of the socket tugging him toward the Impala. "C'mon! Gotta get to the motel stat!"
Dean never even noticed that there was nobody standing by the Slurpee machine. Nobody else in the 7-Eleven but them and the cashier behind the counter.
Nobody at all.