After starting the Impala and driving off Sam looked over at Dean who was getting comfortable in the passenger seat so he could take a nap.
"Not a word."
"I didn't say anything."
"Whatever Fruitarian. I'm gonna take a nap."
Dean closed his eyes and finally drifted off to sleep. He dreamed about the severed head of Paris Hilton stowing away in the trunk waiting to make a move.
By Barbara Desmond
