Silence of the Mind Rewrite
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Silence of the Mind
Prologue, or "Vacation!"
A shiny, midnight black Chevy Impala roars down a dusty road. As it zips past, one might be able to hear a deep, masculine voice emanating from within.
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it ar-"
"Really Dean? Are you four?"
The driver, a handsome blond man in his early thirties, turned to the passenger seat with a smirk. "Come on, Sammy. Lighten up! Knock off the emo crap. Besides, didn't you say you were tired of hearing Metallica?"
Sammy, a young man in his twenties, turned to glare at his brother, "Yeah, but I meant we could turn on the radio! I didn't want to listen to your crappy singing." Sam huffed, and resumed looking out the window next to him. As he watched the road fly by, his glare was replaced by a melancholy look.
Dean resumed watching the road, but he couldn't resist glancing at Sam again. He sighed internally, knowing the reason behind Sam's mood. He knew that Sam was brooding about his so-called "Destiny." The leader of a demon army, Dean mused, Nah, I know Sam. There's no way he could do that.
Shaking his head to clear such thoughts, Dean grinned as an idea popped into his mind. He slapped the steering wheel lightly, "Ya know what, Sammy? I think we need a break."
Blinking, Sam raised an eyebrow and glanced at Dean, "A….break? I don't really want to stop at a bar so you can hook some random chick. Besides, we have to find the other psychic kids. We. Don't. Have. Time. For. A. Break."
Dean snickered, "Sure we do! We've burnt ourselves out hunting those kids. We can take a vacation, then start looking again when we're fresh. Besides, I heard some people in that last diner talking about a good spot. Sounded like it would be right up your alley-historic, quite peaceful, really. A real 'white picket fence' kinda place."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Oh, really? Where?"
"Some resort town. I think they called it…Silent Hill?"
Sam looked down as he thought. To be honest, he was wearing pretty thin. He watched Dean thoughtfully. His brother was doing his best to hide it, but Sam could see how tired Dean really was. Combined with the wounds they had received courtesy of Meg-as-Sam, a vacation sounded like just what they needed.
He smiled, "Well, I guess we could do with a short break. Let's go."
"Allll riiiight!" Dean cheered.
So, the Winchester brothers headed for what they thought would be a nice, relaxing, completely normal, supernatural-free trip.
They thought wrong.
TBC….