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THE SOUND OF DEAN'S music blared throughout the crappy gas station parking lot. dean came out of the shop carrying food. sam sat in the passenger's seat, much to juliette's dismay, with the door open.
dean walked up to the back of the impala, "you want breakfast, sam?" he said holding up a bag of chips.
"no, thanks." sam replied.
"did you get it?" asked juliette, leaning out of the rolled down window to look at dean. he and threw her a poptart, she caught it and looked at it. "dean this is strawberry, you know i hate strawberries."
"is it?" he smirked while putting the gas pump's nozzle in the impala, "sorry, princess."
juliette rolled her eyes and flipped him off before sticking her head back in the car.
"so how'd you pay for that stuff?" sam inquired, looking through dean's box of tapes. "you two and dad still running credit card scams?"
dean put the nozzle back on the gas pump, "yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career."
"what are we supposed to say, sammy?" juliette began, "'sorry you almost became a human sacrifice. by the way is there anyway you can spare a twenty?"
dean laughed, "besides, all we do is apply. it's not our fault they send us the cards."
sam closed the passenger door, "yeah? and what names did you write on the application this time?"
"uh, burt aframian." dean got into the driver seat and puts his soda and chips down, closing the car door after him. "and his children hector and tabitha. scored three cards out of the deal."
"that sounds about right." sam stopped looking through the box of tapes and turned to dean, "i swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."
"why?" asked dean.
"well, for one, they're cassette tapes and two," sam held up a tape for every band he names. "black sabbath? motorhead? metallica? it's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
"not everyone likes that backstreet boys." joked juliette.
dean cracked a smile and grabbed the box from sam, "juliette can you tell sammy the rules?" he popped a tape in the player.
juliette nodded, "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole."
"you know, sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old." sam said. "it's sam, okay?"
dean turned up the music "sorry, i can't hear you, the music's too loud."
juliette laughed, while dean revved the engine and began to drive away.
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the three of them drove past a sign that read "jericho 7." juliette was sprawled out in the back seat while sam was talking on his cell phone.
