"I brought more booze," Sam said.

"You can stay. Don't suppose you brought duct tape for when you get blotto and start singing Celine Dion or whatever."

"Backstreet Boys," Sam said darkly. "And that was only once. And dude, I was plastered."

"Oh god. Kill me." Dean frowned at the lid of the canteen. "Think I can get the demon back?"

"I put up with Dad. In the car. For hours." Sam dug out a handful of protein bars, handed one silently to Dean. "He knows the words to Mandy."

One of the reasons why your Dean and Sam and John make me worry and laugh and chuckle and worry again and tear up a little and worry more and *sniff*

thank you.