Hey fellow Supernatural fans. This is my first fan fiction ever, so don't be too harsh on me. I'm not English either (Norwegian), so it could be that not all of it is perfect, but I have had really good help from others.
Special thanks to Nevermore7 who has gone thru the hole fic correcting my grammar, and all of my wrong-placed commas!
Also special thanks to Sifichick who pre read some of the chapters and went over them so that I dared to post them!

Disclaimer: Supernatural, Dean, Sam or the Metallicar is not mine… Though, there is always Christmas?

Chapter 1

The sun nearly blinded Dean in the car. He had been sleeping the last few hours and had let Sam drive the precious Impala, but now, the sun was too bright to sleep, even with sunglasses.

"Where are we?" – Dean sat up in his seat, asking Sam.
Sam looked over towards Dean with a tired and grumpy look saying, "in the middle of nowhere... Where else would we be!"
"What? Are you cranky?"- Dean asked wondering if he'd missed anything while sleeping.
"No. It's just that... we have been driving for several days and we haven't done anything. We haven't heard from Dad, as usual. We haven't had any demons to whack off. We haven't even slept in a freakin' bed."- Sam responded, getting more cranky by the minute.
"Oh, so you want to sleep in a soft bed rather than in my girl, eh?"- Dean looked at his hopeless brother thinking that the Impala was the best place for everything. Man he loved his car. Sam just continued to drive without responding to Dean. "Fine, just because you need your beauty sleep, we'll stop at the next gas station to ask where the nearest motel is... Okay?"
Sam just gave Dean a confirming sound only a brother, who had spent the last 70 hours with him,could understand.

After 47 more minutes of driving, Sam finally pulled into a gas station and stopped the car. For a minute or two, they just sat there... doing nothing. They were both so tired, they could probably sleep for a month, and, seeing that they hadn't done anything for a few days, they realized that their conversations were getting shorter and less interesting by the hour too.

"Sam!"- Dean practically yelled in Sam's ear to get a reaction.

Sam jumped up from the seat and looked over to Dean –"What the hell do you think you are doing, Dean?"
"Hey, I was just trying wake you up. Been driving for too long, have you?" – Dean asked with a little smirk on his face.
"Probably… I'm so tired of doing nothing, I could sleep for days."- Sam answered, still kind of grumpy, but at least he realized it himself, now, and tried to put on the happy face.
"Hey, just stretch your legs and get over to the passenger seat, and I'll go in and get us some food and, hopefully, some directions to somewhere we can get a nights sleep." Dean said to Sam. Sam just nodded as Dean went out of the car and into the gas station.
Dean, who usually would throw a couple of comments at Sam for being such a girl, had realized that if they were to get somewhere without taking each other's heads off, he didn't need a pissed off Sammy-girl.

After a few minutes, Dean came out from the gas station with some water and food. As he got into the driver's seat, Sam asked with a surprisingly eager –"hey, no coffee? What's wrong? Do you have a fever; are you sick?" He felt Dean's forehead for a second. "You, without coffee, are like a cop not eating donuts, man". Dean just looked back at Sam, a little stunned by his brother sudden energy, and he, who had worked so hard not to make fun of the winy Sammy he'd just talked to, now he got this thrown in his face.
"What the hell? Did you just eat an energy bar or something?" Dean answered Sam with a little tension in his tone. He didn't even let Sam say anything else before he continued. -"They didn't take credit cards, so I had to use the rest of my cash... and they only had cold coffee!"
Sam leaned back in his seat with a little smile on his face thinking, "God, it doesn't take much to make you laugh when you're tired, and that he had had the most fun in days, right now." He leaned his head to the window, and closed his eyes.

Dean noticed that he felt a little pissed at his brother, right now thinking, "First, he can't sleep well enough in my car, and then he's all grumpy. Then, he shifts his mood like a freaking girl, and on top of that, he's mocking my coffee habits. All this happens in under an hour." He took out the rest of the change and nearly threw it in to the glove compartment.

Dean got back on the road, put some Metallica on, and followed the directions he had gotten. Even though he was eager to find something to hunt to keep Sam and occupied until they would hear something from their dad again, he still wondered what would happen when they stopped hunting, if they ever did. He knew Sam wouldn't just sit around waiting for demons to knock on their door, and he didn't want him to go back to school. Dean needed Sam. If Sam went back to Stanford he would be...

Before Dean took his thought further down this unusual path, he noticed something in the back seat. "What was that?" he thought to himself, looking into the rear-view mirror. He shook his head and looked again. He was sure he had seen something in the corner... a shadow maybe, but from what? "Man, I must be getting paranoid... seeing stuff. Face it, Dean, if there was something hitching with us, it would not be hiding in the freaking back seat." Dean caught himself speaking out loud. He grinned to himself, thinking, "It must be the heat. You just keep your eyes on the road. He turned up the music and leaned back.

Dean could finally see a little bit of civilization closing in as they were getting close to a small town. The car started to shake. "What the HELL!" Dean tried to keep the car on the road, but something had happened to it and he wasn't sure what it was.
"DEAN... What's going on?" Sam had woken up from the huge bang, thinking Dean had driven them into the end of days or something similar. Dean answered back while he was still trying to get control, "I don't know... I must have hit some pothole or something!"
Dean finally got some control of the car and drove to the side of the road so he could check out the damage. He stepped out and looked at the car from all angels, while Sam still sat in the car, kind of shaken up from a harsh wakeup call just caused by his older brother.

"Oh man… Why? It was a perfectly good tire man..." Sam opened the door and looked at his frustrated brother with a look saying, "Did you get us a flat tire? You know we don't have a spare one." "Yes, Sam, I know we don't have a freaking spare."- Dean said. This was exactly what they needed; two annoyed demon hunters and a flat tire! Dean picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Dude, do you have a signal?" He looked over at Sam. Sam tried his phone, "Sorry, out of range... I told you we were in the middle of nowhere, man. So... now what?" "Well, we're not that far away from the town," Dean said, while his face looked like a question mark. Sam looked back, "So, you're suggesting we walk… in this heat? You're kidding me!" "No, Sam, we're not just walking. We have to take my girl with us… We'll have to push her!"