Title: Lost
Author: BlackWingedbird
Beta and Muse: Myself
Warnings: Language
Standard Dis
Author's Notes: I present to you: two pages of brother!banter. Enjoy.
"Okay, Sam. Which way? East or west?"
Sam squinted at the map as he brought it to his nose. "East."
"East?"
"East."
"You're sure this time?"
"Yes. I'm positive."
Dean made the turn.
"West."
"What?"
Sam dropped the map and craned his neck to look behind them. "West."
"You just said east! We're going east!"
Sam raised a hand in defense. "Well, I meant west!"
Dean sighed, loud and melodramatically as he jerked the car into the neighboring lane. "Next chance I get, I'm tying you down and teaching you how to read a fucking map."
"It's not my fault!" Sam said. "This is like, the invisible highway or something. You can't see it until you're past it!"
"Invisible highway?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"Is that what it's called on the map, then? The Fucking Invisible Highway?"
"Piss off. I'm trying. It's not my fault."
Dean smacked the steering wheel in exasperation. "You're the one with the map, Sam! Who-the-hell else's fault would it be?"
Sam's eyes narrowed. "You think you can find it? Fine. Pull over. I'll drive, you find the Highway That Doesn't Exist."
"Not a chance. There's too much traffic around- you'll cause a twenty-car pile up." Dean guided the Impala onto the off ramp, intent on getting back on the opposite side of the highway. He pushed down on the turn signal lever and dropped his hand into his lap. "Weren't you listening when Dad taught us Map Reading 101?"
Sam crossed his arms. "It's not my fault."
"It is."
"Well you're not helping!"
"That's because I'm driving all over this God-forsaken city, trying to find a major highway that you can't get me to!" The light turned green and Dean stomped on the gas pedal, squealing the tires as he took the turn.
Sam was silent until Dean crested the on ramp and began merging with the west-bound traffic. "Maybe it just really doesn't exist."
Dean snorted. "Yeah, okay. I believe that." He grabbed his cell phone and threw it at Sam. "You just call Mrs. Crabtree back and tell her you're very sorry you can't cleanse her house of demonic poltergeists attacking her every night- because the street she lives on is only accessible from an imaginary highway!" Dean was panting. His knuckles were white and he was seeing red. "That'll go over real well, won't it?"
"Christ, Dean- relax. So we're a little lost…"
"A little lost, Sam?" Dean's heart was pounding and the Impala's speed was creeping upwards. "We've been driving around for 40 minutes! And on top of that, running out of gas is a very real possibility right now!" He tossed an angry glance at Sam. "And guess who's walking their ass to the next gas station if that happens?"
"I thought you had a spare tank in the trunk-"
"That's not the point!" Dean changed lanes without a turn signal and flipped off the driver he cut off when they honked.
"Dude- maybe you should put in a Metallica tape or something."
Dean felt himself cracking inside. "Fuck off! I do not want to listen to Metallica- I want to find Mrs. Crabtree's house and get the hell out of this city!"
Sam turned to face the window but not before Dean saw the tell-tale wrinkling around his eyes.
"It's not funny!" he yelled. "You were in pre-law but you can't read a map? How'd you find your way around campus? And you're paying for the next tank, by the way."
Sam smiled as he shook his head, unfazed. "Okay, man. Whatever. Just quit yelling. You're gonna have an aneurysm."
"No, you shut up," Dean snapped. "I don't want to hear another thing out of your mouth until we're at Mrs. Crabtree's house, understand?"
"Dean."
"Are you deaf as well as dumb? Shut up!"
"Dean!"
"What!"
"You just passed the exit."
END