"SHOTGUN" you yell as you run outside. You and Sam race to the passenger's seat (we all know who is smaller) and you squeezed through the door and into the seat.
"Yes!" you high-five Dean and laugh.
"Get this. Back here, I can nap."
"But get this. Up here I can play music." you said, mocking Sam.
That was the new rule. Whoever sat in the passenger's seat, got to pick the music for 1 hour and 1 hour only now that there are 3 of you. You all get a turn to drive too. It's more equal this way. Dean gets pissed whenever Sam gets to pick. Control freak.
"You know what Sammy? I like it when she's up here. The music she picks isn't shit"
"If the music is shit, then why don't you throw the tapes away?"
"You know I can't throw 'em away"
"Then don't get mad at me if yo-"
"Don't even start this sh-"
"LADIES, LADIES, PLEASE."
There was a long pause of silence.
"Whatever." said Sam sarcastically
Dean started up the car and drove as you looked through the box of tapes.
