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Sam was slightly surprised, he did handle it very well and barely swayed the vehicule, staying in his lane. “Right, yea” he said to his brother, glancing at the reflection in the rear view mirror.

He barely noticed the swaying, but imagined that Sam ended up being lost in thought for some reason. “Okay…”, Dean raised a brow though when his brother’s reply was short.

“That’s not much of an answer is it, Sam?” Lucifer muttered, leaning between the two seats and staring directly at Sam. “Why don’t you just tell me? I know you can. Your brother isn’t going to care. Maybe, while you’re at it, you can tell him about the demon blood…hm, now there’s an idea…” 

Sam was very irritable and right now was not a good time. Aggravated, he stopped the car on the side of the road, gripping the wheel and staring at the dash for a moment, “We have to switch” he managed to say.

“What? Switch? But you just started driving!”, Dean raised his eyebrows and turned on his seat to look at his younger brother. “What’s going on? I just had a beer, Sam.”