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18 year old Dean Winchester opened his eyes and looked cautiously around the hotel room. Everything looked quiet and serene for the time being. He glanced at the bedside clock. "4:27" was the time shown. "It's now or never" he thought to himself.

Dean had been planning this a long time. His father has been getting harsher with the training, everything from the past was now catching up to Dean, he could no longer deal with the physical and emotional tolls it was taking on him. He knew Sammy would be fine, his dad cared more for Sammy then he ever did for Dean.

He had all of his possessions packed in a suitcase and the keys to his impala were in his jacket pocket. He slowly made his way to the door with his belongings and glanced back at the still forms of his father and brother asleep in their beds completely oblivious to what was going on in the lucid world.

"I need to do this-- I want to do this," he tried to convince himself. He ever so cautiously opened the hotel door and then closed it softly behind him. He was carrying his shoes as to not make a lot of noise and arouse suspicion of his leaving. He had taken care to park the impala at the farthest end of the hotel the night before when he had returned with dinner.

Dean got to the impala started it up, put the car in reverse, and ever so slowly started for the interstate. He'd been driving for about 10minutes when he pulled the car over at a rest-stop on the interstate so he could take out he map, he was currently in Hague, Pennsylvania, he had the directions mapped out to his destination: Waitsburg, Washington.

"It's the perfect place to hide from the world for awhile, maybe find myself a nice country girl and get a job in town, start a family." he thought. He'd even come up with a new alias, in hopes that his father and brother would take the hint and not try to find him, his new name was Ryan Eastland.

For once in his life Dean felt hopeful, he hoped Sammy and his dad would understand this, though he had doubts that they ever truly could. He'd left them a brief note with a message on it for them, hoping that they could even try to understand what Dean had been going through.

He eased the car back onto the interstate, popped his ACDC into the tape deck and blared the music all thoughts about his father and Sammy In the past.

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*BEEP,BEEP,BEEP* the alarm clock in the hotel went off startling 14 year old Sam Winchester out of his peaceful reverie. "Dnn Gtt the Larm" Sam muttered while holding the pillow over his own head hoping to drown out the sound of the alarm.

The noise came to an abrupt halt and just as Sam was about to get up he heard his father shout "Sammy get over HERE!" Without thinking twice he dove out of the covers onto the floor and ran to where his father was yelling in the kitchen area of their hotel room.

"Damnit, Sam did you know anything about this?" he asked. "About what?" Sam queried now fully awake. "Here" his father handed him a note folded up that said on the outside "Dad and Sam" he read the inside message and felt as though he had been physically slapped.

Spend all my time waiting for that second chance

For the break that will make it ok

There's always some reason to feel "not good enough"?

And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction, oh beautiful release

Memories seep from my veins

They may be empty and weightless, and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel, flyin away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that I fear

I are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

I'm in the arms of an Angel; I will find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere I turn

There's vultures and thieves at my back

The storm keeps on twisting, I keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference, escaping one last time

It's easier to believe

In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees