http://protodemonic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] protodemonic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notcomplete 2010-09-16 10:40 am (UTC)

Oop, sorry for the delay

It's silent for the most part in the car and he thinks it's not one of those awkward ones - when it's one of those, a lot of humans seem to get real chatty and Sam doesn't seem particularly on edge or nothin'.

They hit the 89, Dean growing more and more accustomed to driving since it's not like he's got to pull any stunts with the car. It's...familiar. He thinks it is, except the wheel doesn't feel entirely right and the car itself smells too new to him, at least compared to the Impala.

It's getting on into the late afternoon, Dean eventually glancing over at his brother in shotgun. His hands are unnaturally steady on the wheel, one of the perks of being dead when you literally can't get shot nervous. "You need to stretch your legs or anything? I could pull off."

Dean's proud to say he even remembered to ask. Him, he'd keep going but humans have all that blood circulation going on and that means it's a problem if they don't keep moving and stretching. Sometimes he has to wonder why Sam wants to stay human in the first place when he'd be so much better off dead like him. Then again, different Sams. He has no idea if this one is still on the Dying Slow Train too.

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