Looking out the window I watch a white line flash in the dark. white/dark/white/dark. The hash marks hold my attention as I squint and try to see them as individuals, see them and count them. The flash of the headlights of a passing semi make me blink and i see dots of light under my closed lids.
Shaking my head I turn away from the window and look over at my father. He has a beard growing his mouth opens in a yawn within all that hair and I see his teeth glow in the light from the gadges. I cant see his eyes because a piece of hair falls forword covering the one that would be nearest me.
I look back and see my brother. His head is leaned back against the glass, his short hair begining to grow longer. He too has a shadow on his jaw - though less then my fathers. His eyes are closed and his foot is tapping to the almost silent sound of the rock music coming from the radio.
If an outsider where to look at them they would see two men clearly father and son. Tired and poor, perhaps traveling to find work. Or maybe they'd see men dodging taxes or two who went where the wind took them kick'n asses takin names and catchin babes - the maried mans daydream - but none could possibly guess the truth. The truth of who they were or what they did.
They fought the monsters, the things that went bump in the night. They killed the dangers to humanity. And they did it with no pay. So they were forced to do some things not accepted by society - though it would probably more accepted then their job- to live and continue to protect. They were good men, though in no way were they saints. They had more problems then most, mostly womenizin and drinking. They were rough and tuff and tryed not to cair to much. Though for eachother -and me- they would take on all the devils of the world. They would climb mountains, swim oceans, kill crackins!
They were great but as I sat there thinking about them i began to wonder... would I turn in to them if I kept doing what we do? Would I want to?
I pulled down the viser and looked at myself from an outsiders point of view and saw that looking at me they'd see what they would looking at Dean or Dad.
I saw that to others i was like them... but on the inside i was different and i wondered would i want to become as like them on the inside as i am on the outside?
I sighed closed the viser and looked back out the window. I watched the now solid white line pass us as we drove and like it's white in the dark the questions where the only thing on my mind.
