Word of the Week: Storm

Spoilers/Warnings: None. I figure this is taking place late in Season One.

Word Count: 100

Summary: Long, lonely hours on the road lead to an introspective Sam. And an annoyed Dean.


Storm

The windows of the Impala were wide open, offering no relief from the arid, Arizona heat. The faded gray highway cut like a scar across the desert. Sam pushed his loose hair behind his ear and glanced over at Dean.

Between static, they could hear the radio:

Riders on the storm...
Into this house we're born,
Into this world we're thrown,
Like a dog without a bone...

"That's us, Dean," Sam said wistfully, talking more to the wind than to his brother.

Dean reached over and snapped off the radio.


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