Lean forward, man the wheel, focus eyes, concentrate, get us through this raging snowstorm.
"It's a miracle we even got that thing. Man, it must be 20 below out there!"
"Doesn't matter, Sam- pretty obvious there's more still loose."
Sam's shivering. There's just so much to do, too much to take care of. It's so extremely late…
"Time marches on-" Metallica screams.
The air is thick, harsh and confining.
Way too close tonight…
"Dean, take a breath, dude!"
"I'm breathing, bro."
Baby's heat core is relentless, though, the mercury of her innermost thermometer rising as the song pounds on….