-1AN: Decided to re-write the story as I really wasn't happy with the product of the alternative. Hope you enjoy it, and this time I think I'll actually have some presence in the form of author's notes every now and again. Enjoy and please leave a review, I'd really appreciate it. And as a final warning, light slash between Sam and an OC.

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Bruised and swollen sky hung low above them, so heavy with it's grey and beaten obesity that Sam was surprised it hadn't begun to crush the car roof above his head, the only thing separating the brothers from the wrathful sky and the torrents of rain it was unleashing upon the environment. The cascading deluge pounding the metal with a low but continuous drumming. He could half see his reflection in the drab window, a forlorn looking 23 year old staring back, messy brown hair that foiled brushes everywhere. Somewhere in his reflection, Sam could see his emerald green eyes glinting softly as tracks of rain made their way down the window leaving smears on his reflection. Breaking the trance that Sam found himself in, he craned his head away from windows overlooking the bleak atmosphere outside and peered at his brother. Although, he had to admit, it was equally as dauntingly despairing outside as it was inside.

'Dean?' Sam asked after a moment of hesitation, eying the clench in his brother's jaw with weariness.

No response.

Sam sighed slowly, shaking his head with a melancholy attitude. Dean had been like this for days now, slowly becoming more and more withdrawn, hiding away in himself. He hadn't even flirted with any of the numerous girls that came on to him. Surely, that was a sign of the apocalypse. Sam half expected to see four horsemen outside the window waving pitchforks with mad grins on their rotten faces. Sam cursed himself for bringing up another possible demon hunt, it was a small job that could probably be handled by incompetent members of law and order, but no, Dean had to be the hero and bundle everything up, including Sam, and begin the long drive to whatever dishwater town they were headed to.

'Dean?'

Still, no response. Although, Sam had noticed the tightening of his brother's jaw though, the subtle action at least revealing that Dean was still alive. You never know when some sort of demonic entity could be festering in someone's brain.. Especially in their line of work.

The stifled atmosphere of the car was almost sweltering now, pressing against Sam like the sky against the car, Sam realised he was feeling increasingly more Claustrophobic. To distract himself, he stared out of the windshield, squinting through the thick curtains of rain. Outside; the sky pulsed.

One more try. 'Dean?' A sad sort of pleading lingered in Sam's voice, echoing around the car with a pitiful air to it.

'What, Sammy, what?!' Dean finally snapped, threw out of his mouth with a ferocity Sam saw had been building inside of him for some time.

'Shit, Dean, sorry, I was just trying t- WATCH OUT!' Sam changed the direction of his words in mid-sentence, eyes bulging in in his head as he stared as the car careened it's way towards the figure standing in the middle of a road.

The figure was still, completely immobile. Arms by his side. Motionless apart from the slight shiver that Sam, even in their current danger, picked up on.

'HOLY SHI-' Dean shouted, spinning the wheel in his now sweaty hands, slamming his foot on the brake so hard that he was surprised that it didn't go through the floor. The car raged forwards however before the slick tires span on the soaked road and began shrieking in agony and protest. The boy stood in the road. Staring at the car. The two brothers closed their eyes. The car began to spin.

And suddenly; the whole world was dark.

Above them the sky pulsed once again.