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“Then what exactly is it that you don’t understand?” Dean ignored his brother’s curt tone. “Are you still upset we had to leave the Impala behind? Because Dean, I shouldn’t have to tell you that it’s physically impossible to drive out across to the ocean to some forsaken sand dune with a whirlpool installed.”

“There’s a whirlpool?”

“Dean,” Sam warned.

“It’s just this cruise,” Dean wheedled. The pads of his fingertips brushed against the back of his neck as he thrust his head to the left, unveiling a resounding crack.

“How else are we supposed to get there? You practically burst into tears when I tried to buy us plane tickets.”

“Now you’re just talking crazy,” Dean said with indignation. “Just because I refuse to sit in a giant death trap suspended in air doesn’t mean I was getting all girly about it.”

“Dean, you fainted.”

“I was merely resting my eyes.”

“On the ground? In a heap?”

“It’s good for my back. Lumbar something or other.”