“C’mon, man,” Sam begs, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I need a pit stop.”
Dean’s hands are clenched on the wheel and his foot doesn’t ease off the accelerator. He blinks slowly and licks his lips before replying. “We stopped in Decatur, Sam. Big as you are, your bladder shouldn’t be the size of an acorn.”
“That was nine hours, one extra
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