Charlie screamed as Dean whipped the Impala across the double yellow line, just missing an approaching semi-truck, and blasted past a fire engine red Porche Boxster before moving back into the right lane.
"Scared?" he shouted.
Hair whipping across her face, Charlie flipped him off with a wild grin. "Bring it, bitch!"
Ten miles later they blew past a highway patrolman poking along at measly 80 mph. The patrolman instantly flipped on his lights and gave chase.
Charlie looked at Dean challengingly. "Think you can lose him, Winchester?"
Dean laughed and put his foot down on the accelerator. "No problem."