Love, Lies and Angels
Dedicated to my muse, my best friend and to Sammy, cos everyone needs a dose of puppy once in a while.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Supernatural trademarks/characters/ideas. Though I do own this fanfic, and my love for the show. Anyway, enough of my blathering on. Hope you enjoy it! (It's a bit slow to begin with until I can get enough spark into it!)
Reviews: Would be absolutely wonderful! Any ideas for later chapters would be great! -hinthint-
Prologue
A black chevy impala thrummed down the rough road, the sounds of Metallica screaming out of the windows. Miles burned beneath its tires, but the destination seemed to getting further away. Inside the car was a less than happy atmosphere. A young man sat in the passenger seat, his eyes staring at the road before him in irritation. Beside him an older man drummed the wheel with his hands in time to the beat, ignoring the moody glances in his direction from his younger sibling. The younger sighed and looked back down at the map that was spread across his lap, a large red cross marked just inside a town.
For these two, driving around and not having a semblance of a life, was life. Sam scrunched up the map with a burst of annoyance and brushed some of his brown hair out of his eyes. His legs were cramped from driving for so long, and he yearned for a meal and a hot cup of coffee. Naturally they hadn't made any pit stops- Dean wanted to make it to the town by nightfall so he could begin hunting. He shot a glare at his brother and leant back into the chair, closing his eyes for some much needed rest. He paused for a few moments before he snapped at his elder brother.
"Dean, turn the music down. I do want some rest you know."
His brother grinned and ignored him, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead and hummed along to the music. Sam leant forward and turned it down, swatting his brother behind the head. His brother stole a glare at him before he swerved the car around a corner.
"Dude, I'm driving here. Besides, you can get some sleep once we hit the motel."
Sam raised a disbelieving eyebrow and leant back into the chair, shoving a piece of paper onto his eyes to make the world darker.
"Yeah, whatever. Wake me up when we get there."
A/N: As I said before, a bit slow to begin with! Please R&R!