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"How the hell can you have all this," Sam gestured to the contents of the Impala's trunk. "But not have a spare tyre?"
"Hey, I had my priorities. it was either a spare or this," Dean waggled the 8inch silver blade. "And I stand by that decision. besides," he shrugged. "It's cool."
Sam looked around the deserted road, and sighed, sometimes he just didn't understand Dean.
THE END