Six states in as many days. One more day and the urgency would pass. It would be too late. A bottle of caffeine pills, AC/DC blaring and the pedal pressed to the metal.
"I'm gonna save you, Sammy."
Dean's trembling hands clamped onto the steering wheel. His weary eyes focused on the road ahead, his brother dying beside him.
At the last possible location, an eleventh hour hunt. The thing that had cursed his brother was reduced to a gory mess.
Sam's eyes open. Dean clutched him with relief, wanting to strangle him when Sam asked what he had missed.