Dean leaned his hip against Baby, eyes on the door to the gas station.

Sam was inside, stocking up on road food. Beef jerky and peanut M&M's. Chips and a couple of sandwiches. Water. A bottle of aspirin for Dean's aching head.

And, Sam being Sam, there'd be some healthy crap as well.

Soon enough, the younger Winchester was striding out to the Impala, arms full. Approaching Dean, he reached into one of the plastic bags and pulled out a magazine. There was a picture of a comely Asian woman on the cover.

Dean smiled. "My head's feeling better already."