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One fine day, Dean and Sam Winchester were driving down a back road in the desert somewhere in Ohio. Suddenly they hit a pothole and were transported to . . . CANADA!!!!!!
They were driving along a snow-covered road.
"What the hell happened, Dean?" Sam yelled.
Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared straight ahead. "We're still on track, Sam."
Sam turned in his seat to look at Dean.
"WE ARE NOT ON TRACK, DEAN!!! WHAT'S ALL THIS FREAKIN' WHITE STUFF? WHERE ARE WE, DEAN???????"
Dean glared over at Sam. "I know exactly where we are, Sammy. Don't worry. Now pass me that map." He muttered the last sentence under his breath.
"If I'm passing you a map, Dean," Sam said angrily, "That means we're lost. And if we're lost, that means you don't know where the next McDonald's is!!! How can I survive without my daily happy meal?"
Dean swerved the car to avoid a large crevasse that had just opened in front of him.
"Hold on, Sam, we got bigger things to worry about!"
"But what about my Mickeydees? They have the Snoopy toys this month! I can't miss it!"
Dean, however, did not hear Sam's rambling because he was now driving at 182.5 km/hr trying to get away from the demon that was determined to kill them. It appeared as a giant cloud of dust and was roaring behind them at amazing speed, ripping up pieces of road as it went.
"I NEED MY HAPPY MEAL!!! I NEED MY SNOOPYDOGGIES!!!!!" Sam yelled. He was now banging his fists on the dashboard, wailing in grievance of his lost meal toys. Meanwhile, Dean drove off the road to avoid the demon which had risen off of the asphalt.
"You want Snoopdogg? Here's some Snoopdogg!" Dean reached into the molded plastic pocket beside the parking brake and pulled out a beat-up tape. He threw it in Sam's general direction and resumed driving like a madman. "Put that in the tape deck and you'll be just fine!"
As Dean swerved to the left to try and throw the road demon off his tail, Sam pushed the tape into the cassette player. Loud rap music blared through the rear speakers, and Sam clapped his hands in delight.
"Oooooohhh, Dean, this is even better than plastic meal toys that break when you drop them!" Sam yelled over the loud music. It was at that moment that
Dean pulled out the jar of holy water he kept under the seat and threw it out the window. The jar smashed on the road and quickly turned to ice, causing the tornado demon to slip and fall into the remaining puddle of water. It screamed, blew apart, and the dusty demon blew away into the wind that was picking up.
Dean slowed the car and relaxed. He flexed his hands to resume the blood flow to his knuckles. Meanwhile, in the passenger seat, Sam was looking out the window and making boum-boum-cccchhhh noises with his hands and mouth.
Dean smiled and watched his brother for a moment, then turned his eyes back to the road.
He didn't see the oncoming van until it was too late.
The car screeched as Dean floored the brake pedal, but the ice on the chilly Canadian roads didn't help the car stop. The Impala skidded into the van, and everything went black with the sound of grinding metal.