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[gavemea_45]

Not more than half an hour after they'd gotten settled for the evening, Dean snaps off the TV and tosses the remote aside.

Sam looks up from the computer screen. "Dean?"

"I've got some beer, and this motel room sucks even for our motel rooms. I'm going outside," Dean tells him. "You can bring the corn chips

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[hopeitsworthit]

Most days Dean would have a fit of the vapors (and deny it) about anybody sitting on the hood of his baby.

But this is him and Sam, and the night's clear, and --

Well.

It's comfortable. Familiar, even.

So he sprawls out on his half of the hood, cracking open a beer. Sam'll have to ask to get his, even if it won't take a minute.

Older brother's privilege. That's just how it is.

[gavemea_45]

Sam settles himself on the hood beside Dean and glances up at the sky for a moment.

It's a moment after that before he nudges him with an elbow and looks meaningfully at the beer.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean tries pasting on an expression of bewildered innocence, then quickly gives up and cracks a grin.

Then, because he is nice that way, he also cracks open a beer and hands it over.

"Corn chips. Now."

He's hungry.

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"Keep your shirt on," Sam mutters, but even as he does he's reaching for the bag.

Of course, he takes his own sweet time getting a handful for himself before passing the rest to Dean.