Author's note: I promise to make this quick guys! This is a story a friend of mine and I are working on. We don't have an editor, so I'm doing all of that when I post here. Let me know if anything sounds funky or is not grammatically correct. Thanks!
Sam woke from a restless sleep after Dean hit another pothole in the country road they were taking. He could hear the engine of their dad's '67 Impala straining from the pressure of the road. He looked to Dean, and saw his older brother focusing on the road, trying to keep with it in the dark. Knowing it would be best to not distract his brother, Sam looked out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of a road sign or something letting him know where they were, so he could check his map. However, the road was just like many in their home state of Kansas, all gravel and no signs.
Dean turned the music up louder, wind whistling past his slightly cracked window to let in the night breeze, riding the midnight rush of the open road in front of him and having his brother safe in the passenger seat. fucked if he knows where they are, Route 43? there's a crescent moon hanging low tonight, and even Baby's headlights aren't enough to keep him going for much longer without sleep.
Leaning against the window, Sam smirks at his brother's music choice, the radio now blasting Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive." Knowing that Dean turned it up because Sam's now awake, he turns it back down, and asks, "Hey, Dean, you look beat. You want me to drive for a bit?"
'Nah, Sammy, I'm-' punctuated by a huge yawn. 'Fine. Next sign of civilization we see, we pull over and sleep. Deal?'
"Ok... as long as you don't crash before then." Sam said, internally wanting to correct Dean... he didn't go by Sammy anymore, but it wasn't worth it. They were finally getting along again, and Sam wasn't about to jeopardize that. "Besides, how do you know we're gonna find civilization, we're in the middle of nowhere..."
"I'd never crash her." Dean looked highly offended at the suggestion. 'And we passed a sign half an hour back that said a town was coming up soon. Steubensgate or Greenville or Motel-O-Rama or wherever. Now you're up you can check the map.' Dean puts in his AC/DC cassette and turns his attention back to the road.
"Ok.. but I'm gonna need more than Steubensgate or Greenville or wherever to work with, Dean." Sam said, a little annoyed. His brother had inherited his father's trait of patronizing Sam's map hobby.
'Uhm... "Nowheresville"- 65 miles.' Dean grinned slightly, aware he's gotten under Sam's skin and enjoying it, and started humming.
Sam raised an eyebrow... "Nowheresville? Really? You would think they would come up with something a little more original..." Sam turned to the map, looking for Nowheresville... finally finding it, barely a pin prick on the map.
"Yeah, cause that's what small towns are known for Sam, their originality. You find it?"
"Yeah. I think." Sam said, turning the map slightly to see the roads better.
Dean squinted at the road ahead, trying to pick up any faint pinpricks of light. Zilch. "You think?"
"Well... you know the kind, barely pin prick on the map... and the moon isn't great for reading by, you know." Sam threw Dean a slight glare. "Ok. We should be there in about 45 minutes or so... or you know, 15" Sam says, seeing how fast Dean is going.
"That a challenge, little brother?" Dean flashed a razor-smile,inching the speedometer a tad closer to an even thirty over the speed limit. He's partly serious, just to rev Sam up a little, but really, he's the safest driver he knows, he'll get them there just fine.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back out the window. Even though he doesn't completely feel comfortable doing high speeds on dirt roads, he trusts Dean completely. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Sam sees something sprint into the road. "Dean, watch out!"