Imagine: Riding in the Impala with the Winchesters and you and Dean singing Metallica at the top of your lungs before Sam tells you both to shut up.
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" EXIT LIGHT, ENTER NIIIIGHT! TAKE MY HAND, WE'RE OFF TO NEVER- NEVERLAND" You and Dean sang loudly, speeding down the back roads off a small town in Arkansas.
Sam sat shotgun, his arm resting on, well, the armrest and his hand against his head, rubbing his temples. He obviously was trying to concentrate. His laptop was glowing brightly in his lap, although you didn't care what he was looking at.
Sam slammed the laptop down and his hand shot up to the dial to turn the music down. " Aye, aye, aye" Dean hissed " Don't touch Baby's dial, she doesn't like it when someone else does!" Oh boy, Dean didn't like that. " Well maybe you two should shut up so I can concentrate on figuring out how to hunt this Pagan god!" Sam spat. " Fine!" Dean yelled, turning the Metallica down. You sighed.
