Sam awakes to the sound of rain on the roof of the Impala. He has a stiff neck from sleeping in a weird position in car and blinks his eyes against the now bright light. It takes his eyes a while to adjust, but eventually they do. With a look outside, Sam watches the water flow down the street. He looks over and sees Dean sleeping like a dead man with his face pressed against the glass. Sam chuckled slightly while he stretched his neck from one side to the other. He stretched and with his hand, he purposely pushes his brother's face against the glass, startling him awake.
"Dude, not cool." Dean exclaimed groggily. He glared at Sam through bleary eyes making Sam laugh at him. Sam then pointed to Dean's face. It was pressed flat from laying against the glass so long. Dean yanked the rear view mirror towards him and began to vigorously rub the left side of his face. Sam continued to laugh as Dean started up the car. After driving a few miles Dean felt his stomach begin to rumble. He tried to ignore it seeing as they were practically in the middle of nowhere when he heard Sam sigh.
"What's up Sammy?" Dean looked over at his brother after going around a curve. Sam gave Dean an innocent, lost look.
"What? Nothing." Dean began to speak again when ACDC began playing on the radio. Deciding that Sam was fine, Dean cranked the music up and began to sing along to Back In Black when the Impala began to thump and the ride became bumpy. He noticed that the front began to sink lower to the front right side and cursed as he hit the steering wheel.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dean pulled over to the side of the road and put on the Impala's emergency lights before jumping out of the car. He cursed again as Sam got out and watched Dean walk to the front of the car. Dean then proceeded to put his hands behind his head and walked away from the car taking deep breaths. Sam then opened the trunk of the car and began to put their guns and knives and other weapons they use for hunting toward the sides of the Impala when Dean came back over to him. Sam heard a rumble in the distance and lightning streaked across the sky. Suddenly, rain was falling on them as Dean grew angrier.
"Seriously, Baby!?" He yelled at the car as if it understood him. Sam held back his smile as he yanked the jack from the car and pulled out the spare doughnut tire. Dean took both from Sam and told him to put the guns and knives back to how they were. Dean was not organized anywhere but the trunk of his car. If one this was out of place, Sam would not hear the end of it for miles. Sam was careful as he gingerly put the guns and knives in place when the Impala was being cranked up. Sam had just put the last gun in place when the Impala suddenly fell making Sam jump back.
"Sonuvabitch!" Dean cursed again. Sam poked his head around the trunk of the Impala and saw Dean holding up the broken jack. Thunder shook the sky as it began to rain harder. Sam's shoulder length brown hair began to stick to his face the wetter it got. Sam held his hands up and shrugged his shoulders at Dean.
"What now?" He asked his brother who was now steaming. If looks could kill, Sam would be dead on the spot. Sam hastily retreated back to the trunk as headlights washed over him from behind. He quickly shut the trunk and turned to see a girl emerge from her car. She had long blonde hair with brown highlights that cascaded behind her as she walked. She was wearing black boots with heels making her about the same height as Dean. Dean got up from the crouch he was in and went up to the girl. Sam noticed her smile at Dean as if she had known him for years.
"Hey, you guys need help?" Her voice sounded soft and sweet. Sam thought he had met her before, but it was clearly impossible since her plates read OREGON so it was obvious she had not run into them before. Although knowing their job, they just might have.
"Uh I usually don't take help from pretty girls when I'm on the side of the road, but I'm sure I can make an exception for the weather we're having." Dean gave her the smile that Sam has seen him give so many other girls and rolled his eyes. The girl sent a bright smile at Dean and examined their situation. Lightning again streaked across the sky as if on cue from Dean.
"I'm sure that line and smile gets you all the girls." She said before sauntering back to her car. Dean sent a shocked look toward Sam who was quietly snickering.
"Shaddap!" Dean exclaimed before she came back with her own jack. They were all dripping wet by the time Dean had finished changing the tire and Sam realized they never asked her name. She was walking back to her car when Sam quickly caught up to her.
"I do not believe I ever caught your name?" The girl hesitated for a moment. Then she grabbed the door of her car and sent a smile up to Sam.
"You can call me CC." Sam squeezed her hand and smiled at her shyness.
"What can we do to repay you, CC?" She winked at him and jumped into her car.
"How about next time, you bring me a towel." They shared a laugh as Dean walked over to say goodbye. Soon enough, Sam and Dean were on the road again.
"I'm hungry, are you hungry?" Dean asked his little brother as they drove along the long stretch of highway. Sam nodded and looked out the window watching the rain hit the pavement. His head was still sore from what happened almost four months ago. Crowley had taken him and gave him a concussion, pretty much sending him into a coma. Dean was not sure whether Sam would wake up or not. Then there was something with a girl that they had met, Amy. Something happened making her run away. Dean and Sam have been looking for her after she warned them against Crowley, but they haven't been able to find her. Dean pulled into a small restaurant and he and Sam got a booth. The waitress took their order while Sam checked his phone. Dean saw his brother's brows knit together as a confused look spread across his face.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked, growing slightly antsy. Sam looked up and pressed a button on his phone.
"It's nothing. Just some stupid spam in my email." Dean didn't look too convinced, but before he could press Sam anymore, the waitress came back with coffee. Both boys thanked her and she was on her way to help other customers. Dean watched Sam as he fidgeted with his phone.
"Dean?" Dean gave Sam a questioning look, pressing him to continue talking.
"What ever happened to my birth certificate?" This question caught Dean off-guard. He stumbled on his words.
"I-I uh... I don't know. Why?" Sam kept his focus on his phone and began to scroll down. Dean thought Sam was going to say something else, but their food came just then. Dean dug right in, realizing just how hungry he actually was. Sam finally put away his phone and picked at his short stack of pancakes.
"Sam, what's eating at you?" Dean asked when they got back into the Impala. Sam reached into the back seat and pulled out their father's journal. He opened it and looked through it, stopping at a place where a few pages were ripped out. Dean watched him through the corner of his eye, unsure of what was going through his little brother's head.
When the boys got to where they called home, a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, Sam began to do a lot of research. Every time Dean asked Sam what he was looking up, Sam would reply with a slight grunt.
"C'mon Sammy, it's been two days since you have eaten. The internet will still be there when you finish." Dean pressed his brother. Sam stopped tying furiously and stared at the screen, as if he was frozen. Dean's curiosity got the better of him and he went around the table to see what had made Sam stop so suddenly. There on the screen of Sam's laptop was something Dean never remembered or thought possible.