Somewhere on the Mainland, Saturday Afternoon

[likethegun]

Sam and Dean had gotten a later start on their celebratory road trip than expected, thanks to the party the night before, but they had managed to get quite a bit into the mainland before Sam made Dean stop for food. The diner was a little greasy, and the food looked questionably healthy, but that just meant it was perfect for Winchesters.

[The fact that Dean and Sam left the island is fine for broadcast, but everything else is NFB due to distance.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean's hangover was mostly gone, but he kept his sunglasses on just in case. He really didn't want any relapses.

"So," he said, stealing a fry off Sammy's plate, "you figured out any place in particular you want to go or do we just keep driving around?"

[likethegun]

"I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying driving around, despite your continued horrible taste in music," Sam said, reaching over to grab one of Dean's fries in return.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, I know you just didn't call Zepplin horrible."

[likethegun]

"Uh, I think I did. It's not as bad as Black Sabbath though."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shook his head in disbelief. "Sometimes I have to wonder if we're actually related."

[likethegun]

"We are," Sam insisted. "You just somehow ended up with musical tastes older than both of us combined."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"The word you're looking for is classic."

[likethegun]

"The words I'm looking for are mullet rock."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean rolled his eyes, though Sammy couldn't see it due to his sunglasses. "You know the rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

[likethegun]

Sam rolled his eyes as well, thankful that he hadn't had enough to drink to need sunglasses. "I imagine that's just one of the many reasons why you always drive?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It's a fringe benefit, yeah," Dean admitted and stole another fry.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean feinted and dodged around Sammy's protective arm and grabbed another fry. "Guess I better keep up the good work then."

[likethegun]

Sam glared lightly at Dean. "If you keep stealing my food, I'm going to slam the door to the Impala the next time I get out."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You do and you'll be walking back to school," Dean warned him.

[likethegun]

"You wouldn't desert me all the way out here, would you?" Sam said, working his puppiest look.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't knowingly abuse my car, would you?" Dean shot back.

[likethegun]

"Probably not," Sam replied.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Then you've got nothing to worry about."

[likethegun]

Sam wrapped his arm around his plate again nonetheless, and started working on the rest of his food. "So, Alec and I had an actual civilized conversation yesterday," he said proudly.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Dean asked, giving up on Sammy's fries in favour of his own burger. "About what?"

[likethegun]

"About this girl we saw yesterday, named Serendipity," he said, managing a straight face. "I don't think you got to see her, but boy, was she special."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean thought about that, then shrugged. "I can distract Alec easily enough."

[likethegun]

"If you're trying to make me lose my appetite so you can take more of my food, you're on the right track."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned at him. "Just stating a fact, Sammy."

[likethegun]

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but it's a fact I don't need to hear. Remember, I have experience with distraction techniques now."