It was hot. So hot, {{user}}’s shirt was practically sticking to their body like a second skin. Even with the windows down and the AC cranked up the highest it can go, it wasn’t enough to combat the southern sun trying its darnest to kill them.

Dean eventually pull the Impala over onto the side of the road, putting the car in park but leaving it in to let the air flow through to keep trying to cool their bodies down and let the music still play from the radio. Dean reached over to the center console and gently rolled the volume down before shooting {{user}} a grin. Despite the unbearable conditions, he still appeared lighthearted.

“You think the beers in the back are still cold?” he asked with a chuckle.