Supernatural Death Note

Chapter One Hundred and Nine: First Half of the Road Trip

Lisa pulled her hand away, and everyone in the car heard a soft murmur from the head in her lap, "Don't stop."

Sarah whispered, "He awake?"

Lisa shook her head, "He sometimes talks in his sleep."

"A lot louder usually," Sam said with a chuckle.

"Yes he does talk louder usually."

He grinned, turning on some Beethoven and focused back on the road.

"Does he know you play Beethoven in his car?" Lisa asked, laughter in her voice.

From her lap a voice sounded, softly again, "Hell, yeah, how could he not. Right, Sammy?"

"Driver chooses the music," he began, snickering.

"Throwing my own rules at me now, Sammy?"

"Damn straight," he joked.

"It's all right, Sam. That'll put anyone to sleep."

Lisa laughed, "Sam, if you have Wagner, we can use it to wake him."

"This stuff won't wake anyone, Lis. I'm going back to sleep."

Sam grinned, flipping the lists on his mp3 player and the Ride of the Valkyries filled the car.

Dean came up straight, hitting his head on the ceiling of the car, a stream of profanity escaping from him.. "What the? SAM!"

"Yes?"

"What the hell! What is that?"

"Wagner's Ride of the Valkries," he said, grinning.

"Yeah? Well what the hell is it?"

"Classical music," was the response.

"Like hell it is. It sounds like what Elmer Fudd sang when he was chasing Bugs Bunny."

Sarah started giggling. "That's where they found the tune."

"Isn't that what they call subliminal advertising? Forcing us to listen to classical music and not telling us that's what it is?"

"It works," Sam laughed.

Dean was speechless for a moment, his mouth working, trying to figure out how to respond to such an atrocity. "It's not right, Sam. Music ought to be someone's choice. Forcing people to listen to it on Bugs Bunny is wrong."

"Oh come on, Dean, it's a great way to expose kids to the classics. It could be worse."

"Yeah? How?"

"Could be country on Sesame Street."

"That is sick, Sam."

He snickered.

Dean sat up at this point, sitting on his side of the car. Everyone realized they had really woke him up. "How long til we get there? Better yet, with you driving, where are we?"

"About an hour into the trip," he said. "And I'm not a bad navigator, Dean."

He could see his brother's grin in the mirror, and knew it was going to be a long trip. He should have had second thoughts on Ride of the Valkries. No, Dean's reaction was priceless.

The music continued to play as he drove, keeping an eye on the road and the other on his brother.

Dean was tolerating the classical music, no comments were made from the rear seat, but he was talking up a storm with Sarah, his arms crossed on the back of rear seat. Sam and Lisa both wondered what he was saying to her.