wow i feel like these are three different characters see,, you’ve got the naive pot smoking bassist, the flannel wearing art student who paints nudes, and the fucking annoying tumblr hipster who constantly reminds you to drink water
You duck from the incoming jacket that Sam throws your way with a small laugh. He turns and picks up his phone shortly afterwards, as you pull his jacket into your lap.
“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight,” Dean says, pulling over into a gas station and turning off the engine.
“Yes, sir,” You joke, pretending to salute him. He smiles before looking over at Sam, who doesn’t respond.
“Sam wears women’s underwear,” Dean attempts to grab Sam’s attention.
I’ve been listenin’, I’m just busy,” He says quickly in a quiet voice. “Busy doin’ what?” You ask. “Reading e-mails,” He replies, as Dean gets out of the car, but then stops and leans into the open window.
“E-mails from who?” Dean asks, walking around the car to start filling it with gas. “From my friends at Stanford,” Sam replies, opening another email.
“Really?” You ask. “You’re kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?” Dean asks in disbelief.