What Dean really wanted to see (and here he kept his mouth shut and fought the grin that threatened) was to see Sellz fold that map back up small enough to fit in the glove box. He was pretty sure that would never happen.

"Nah, still a couple of hours left." He paused, leaning over to turn on the radio and scan for a station. He'd been through this particular stretch of country a million times before, and there was one really awesome classic rock station out there...He just had to remember where it was.

"Why, you bored already? We're just gettin' started." Which...Might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but she didn't know that. Besides, they were head to a small town far flung from the larger cities of the country, where he'd gotten some info through one of his sources (Bobby) about a haunting gone The Shining, and he'd wanted to check it out. Just to be on the safe side.

"There's a place about fifteen minutes from here. We could make a pitstop." Because it wasn't like he'd had many women travel along this far before. He and Sam...They were masters at stopping on the side of the road when nature called, and anything like that, but girls...Girls were a mystery in that respect.