"Back in black, I hit the sack, I've been to long, I'm glad to be back. Yes I'm let loose from the noose, that's kept me hagning about. I keep looking at the sky, cause' its gettin' me high. Forget the herse cause' I'll never die. I got nine lives, cat's eyes, useing every one of them and running wild. Cause' I'm back! Yes I'm back, well I'm back, yes I'm back. Well I'm back, well I'm back, yes I'm back. Well im baaaack, I'm baaaack, Yes I'm back in Black!" Dean belted out , in the front seat of his black Impala, along with the radio as he slapped his hands against the steering wheel to the beat of the song as it pulsed through the speakers.
"Sometimes I think you have more problems than we're actually aware of." Sam said as he watched his brother flail his arms around the driver's seat, moving his own little drum solo from the steering wheel to the dashboard and even the window. Dean stopped his mini rock concert to look at his brother. "What? It's Ac/Dc! They're the best.