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Sam was rudely awoken by the blast of a car's horn. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as best as he could in the small space—a night spent in the Impala's back seat always left him stiff. It took him a moment to realise the Impala's engine was idling. With a slight frown he pushed his shirt/blanket off himself and sat up.

"Dean?" he asked, uncertain, because this was not the secluded parking lot they'd stopped for the night in—this was a country lane, leafless trees and thin hedges on either side of the car. "Where are we?"