"No stop signs, speed limit," Dean sings at the top of his lungs, "nobody's gonna slow me down, take the wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me 'round, hey Satan, paid my dues—dude what the ever-loving fuck!"
Sam sends the cassette sailing out the window.
(A year later, nearly to the day, Sam loads the song onto his iPod and adds it to the playlist entitled 'Dean'.)
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ninetydegrees
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on 2010-01-22 01:17 am (UTC)"No stop signs, speed limit," Dean sings at the top of his lungs, "nobody's gonna slow me down, take the wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me 'round, hey Satan, paid my dues—dude what the ever-loving fuck!"
Sam sends the cassette sailing out the window.
(A year later, nearly to the day, Sam loads the song onto his iPod and adds it to the playlist entitled 'Dean'.)