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Sam wakes to his head bouncing off the edge of the Impala’s window frame and a foul taste in his mouth. He can’t tell if it’s the last dregs of his nightmare or the diner food last night.
Dean looks over, taps a meaningless rhythm out on the steering wheel. “Need to stretch your legs?”
His brother has never tried to make him comfortable on a long drive. Pity has its perks, apparently.
“No.”
The last of the November sun sets, blazing orange across the highway. Sam leans back in his seat and tries not to think about fire.