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OH yeah!

No stopping. No cases. No side trips.

Did I just hear you dare me to drive from here to Vegas without stopping, Sammy boy?

No crashing because the driver fell asleep, either.

... whenever have I done that?!

Yeah, well, let's not start now. We're not that close to Vegas.

I'm not gonna crash the car, Sam. I think if I did, you and I'd be running a race who'll shoot me first.

Nah, I wouldn't shoot you. Be too much fun watching you flip out over the damage to the Impala.

You have a point. Which is why I'm not gonna crash in the first place.

I don't think I've crashed a car since... uh. Since before I took my driving test. Technically.

The year before. It wasn't our car, either.

Yeah. I think I'd have been grounded for five years if I'd crashed a car that dad owned. *shudders at the thought*

Got an agenda for when we get there?

Get a hotel room. Find a casino or something. Have fun?

Dunno. I hadn't given it that much thought.

Why, Sammy, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were actually planning on enjoying yourself.

Believe it or not, Dean, I do know how to have fun. Even if it isn't your kind of fun.

Oh, dunno. That sounds pretty much like what I'd call fun too. *peers sideways at him* You sure you're alright?

No, what you call fun involves alcohol and women. Not necessarily in that order.

Or even at the same time. But whatdyamean, go to a casino and have fun and not drink? *not that after driving for that long it would be a good idea to get into alcohol immediately... but hey, he's not gonna admit that now!*

They have shows at casinos. You can play card games.

They even have pretty dealers, sometimes.

*beams* Okay, so maybe not drinking, but you would notice that! I guess I could go for some cards. Or dice. While you make up your mind or something.

*laughs*

Sure you don't want to come with me to the Celine Dion concert?

... I thought you said you weren't going to go for that!

You are way too easy a mark sometimes.

*eyeroll*

Yeah, yeah. You know you love it.

*huffs, and speeds on for a bit, eating up the miles* I know that if I admit to it, you'd never let me live it down, so. Natch.

*smug, slumps down into the seat with an expression of "I so win"*

*flips music on. THE most played over-and-over-and-over again album. If he's going to drive for a long time, might as well enjoy. And he so plans to win this one*

*sings along. loudly*

*half-grinning at that* Hey, at least I've made sure you know the words to some decent music.

Half- decent music. And it's not like I had a choice, it was self-defense. It was either that or go crazy.

Full-decent music! And of course you didn't have a choice, that's the best way to discipline. *yeah, he's pushing it, and he's also amused, glad at the banter, but hey, the point is to be snarky, hmm?*

*gives him a look like "if you weren't driving I'd so thwack you"*

Okay, Barenaked Ladies is decent music. Dave Matthews Band is decent music.

*may be smirking at that look, then frowns a bit*

Well, at least you didn't go for some of that chick-power music from the collection.

Don't knock Alanis. She isn't that bad, Ironic song aside.

Uh-huh. And, what, Shania "whose bed have your boots been under" Twain? Kiddo, I was worried for a beat, there.

Keep that up and I'll make you listen to ... Jewel.

No you won't.

You never know. I bet they have her tapes or something at the next gas station truck stop.

*snorts* Yeah. Right. The next gas station that will be in Vegas since you said no stopping till we're there.