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The air hung heavy after a long summer day; Dean leaned in the window. “Hey, Sam, don’t hit it too hard. You want him to think he’s got the upper hand.” He explained like he always did before a race.   “Yeah, I know, Dean.” Sam replied his hands on the wheel. He couldn’t believe his dad talked him into doing this, again.   “I know, you know.” Dean said looking down the drag strip. “You don’t have to do this, Sam.” He said, noticing his brother’s unease.   He gave a nervous laugh. “And face Dad? I don’t think so.” He didn’t really want t