A/N: So I recently came across my old account and started reading all my old stories. I was in middle school and my grammar and spelling were atrocious. Thank you to all the kind people who muddled through, read and reviewed my stories. I have decided to go back and rewrite (mainly just editing and cleaning up in general) all of my stories. Maybe write a few new ones if I've got the time. Let me know if you like the updates. :) *Set mid season 2*

The snow was coming down hard. The Sam mandated weather report on the radio blared on about whiteout conditions all night. It was already starting to build up. Not ideal for them or Baby. Course it didn't help that the hunt they just finished had them up for 48 hours straight. He was fighting his eyes as much as the road.

Sam was in the same position he had been for the past two hours, head against the window long limbs twisted into an impossible position, passed out. How he we comfortable Dean didn't know.

They both needed long hot showers, a decent bed, and a good meal (well good enough considering the backroads diner options) If it didn't leave them running for the bathroom it was a win.

But he figured the kid needed his sleep and taking into account how well they had both been sleeping lately he wasn't going to wake him. Plus Sam needed more beauty sleep.

Dean chuckled to himself, still got the jokes. He thought about cranking up the tunes and giving little brother a wakeup call, the company might help him shake off his heavy eyelids but another glance over at the sleeping giant and he decided against it.

Squinting out at the road was quickly becoming futile. The wipers were already at full speed and visibility was moving towards zero. Dean could feel the tires starting to lose their grip on the road it was no surprise being that it was more snow than road at this point. He needed to find a town and fast somewhere they could hole up and wait it out.

Suddenly the car swerved any semblance of control he had out the window, Dean battled the car, the weather, the road trying to get things righted. Finally after a few heart stopping moments he regained composure. He peaked over at Sam making sure he hadn't seen that little stunt

Sam hadn't slept well, or at all really since Jessica that plus visions weren't a good combination for decent rest. To make matters worse he could barely help himself, ever since Dad… Well Sam wasn't the only one racked with guilt and nightmares.

A groggy moan brought him out of his spiraling thoughts. Dean looked over to his big little brother, Sam was slowly untwisting his limbs, stretching as he woke. Sam shook out his shaggy hair and looked over at Dean with sleepy eyes.

Dean smirked "Welcome to the waking world princess buttercup."

Sam glanced around confused from sleep. "Where are we? How long was I out?"

"Grand Canyon. It's unmistakable bro"

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Okay well at least all the snow looks nice. Love the color too."

"It's a shade" Sam said.

"Huh?"

"White, its not really a color it's considered a shade, like black."

"Riveting lesson, but I think next time I'll just ask Mr. Roy-Gi-Biv"

Sam chuckled "Roy can suck it."

"Whoa Sammy, how dare you insult my boy Roy. We've become close these past few minutes."

"Dude, you're a jerk" Sam said fighting a small smile.

"Me and Roy both agreed that you're a bitch so it works out"

"Glad you've got such agreeable imaginary friends"

Dean glanced over quickly, not wanting to take his eyes off the road for more than a moment. "Stuck in a snowstorm in the middle of who know's where at this point. Got another for me captain obvious?"

"Untwist your undies Dean, just a question. Let's just look for the next turn off."

The snow drifts were becoming high enough that the mile markers were quickly disappearing.

"You try driving in this Samm-" But the end of his tirade was cut off by the sudden swerving of the Impala. He felt as the wheels lost all traction and started spinning, uselessly trying to find some road to grip onto. Dean tried to pull the car back onto the road but the elements were just too much to battle.

All of a sudden Sam yelled out "Dean watch it!"

And that was when he saw it, too late, a giant tree had made its way into their path. It was too big, they were going too fast, there was no traction, and no way to avoid it.

"Hold on Sammy!"

Dean's last thought before the car met the tree and his head met the steering wheel was for Sam, because he couldn't remember if the lug head had put his seatbelt on.