How can you travel for so many hours with a family member and still be so happy? No cabin fever or road rage or just little things getting turned into big fights.
"You missed the turn!"
"You could've driven slower over that speed bump!"
"Stop changing the station!"
"I said I wanted to stop to get something to eat. You never listen."
"Put on your damn seatbelt there is a cop across the street."
"You keep checking out pedestrians we're going to get into an accident. Eyes on the road!"
Although there are a few things we know they've talked about through the years. Sam getting gassy. Dean listening to the same 70s-80s rock.