Summary: I wrote this a while back in response to the prompt: "Why are you hitting yourself? Stop hitting yourself." It seemed like a good time to post it here to support Team Sam.
There was a time and a place for everything. There was a veritable encyclopedia’s worth of unspoken rules of the road, though Dean insisted on relaying the “Driver picks the music…” axiom aloud frequently. But there were some things that superseded even the most stringent Hunter philosophy…because being a younger brother outranked everything else.