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"Your music sucks." Sam held back a groan when the man in the back seat spoke. He opened his mouth to say something when Dean beat him to it.
"It's my music. I like my music. My music does not suck." Dean was gripping the wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Sam was worried about that. Ever since The Incident, as it was becoming known, Dean was just getting tenser and tenser, like a spring wound too tight. Something was going to burst soon. Which was why their first priority at the moment was to find the rest of the ingredients to complete the spell and hopefully send Alec back to his home dimension.
"Yeah, well, it still sucks." Sam could hear Alec moving around in the back seat. "I'm bored."
This time Sam beat Dean, "You're like a four year old. We're almost to the next town. We'll stop. Find a hotel. Get a room. And then find some of this moss. You can sit there until then." Sam looked over at Dean and saw him relax a bit. Sam let out a small sigh and settled into his seat. Waiting for the next interruption from the back seat. Alec may be Dean's interdimensional doppelgänger but he couldn't stand him.
Maybe they could just shoot Alec and hide the body?