A/N: Happy Dean for Lola Stang's birthday – have a fantastic big day!
Dean stretched lazily in the passenger seat. His eyelids fluttered open, brow creasing at the unrecognized stretch of highway.
"Where are we?"
"Arizona."
"What's here?"
"Something I wanna show you."
Dean cocked a skeptical brow. Metallic was rocking the speakers and he hadn't put the tape in.
"You possessed?"
"No. Got you a snack."
Dean followed Sam's eyes. A grin danced over his lips as he reached into the bag, uncovering a perfectly wrapped slice of pie.
"Am I dying again?"
"Better not."
"No way..."
The world's weight was set aside as the passing sign announced Grand Canyon National Park.