AN: This idea's been floating around my mind for a couple of days, I wasn't entirely sure how I wanted to approach it, so I just started writing, and I'm not at all sure what I think of it...but I'll post it anyways let you be the judge. Personally I'm feeling like it doesn't have much of a point

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural

The Moment

Dean relaxed back on the bench of the Impala right hand on the wheel, left resting the door. Beyond the light of the moon, and the headlights the country road they were traveling was pitch black. Dean glanced across the Impala to where Sam rested long body slouched down in his seat head resting against the cool window. His shaggy hair all but completely hid his eyes from view, but Dean could tell from the slow even rise and fall of his chest that Sammy was asleep.

It was a relief to see his brother resting, ever since the incident with the Mystery Spot and the Trickster Sammy had been less than willing to sleep. Dean still didn't know all that had happened during that time; Sam was far from forthcoming about it. All Dean could do was keep an eye on his brother.

A local radio station was playing softly, and Dean's fingers strummed out the beat without even thinking about it.

Sam woke to the sound of Asia playing on the radio, his mind immediately recognized the first notes played and his entire body jumped. Every muscle tensing as Sam leapt forward in what he thought was his bed. An arm across his chest stopped Sam before he slammed his face into the Impala's dashboard.

"Woah Sammy," Dean's rough voice broke through the fog of sleep, and music which was pulling him back to that Tuesday.

Without a word Sam reached across his brother and shut the radio off before slumping back in his seat. He could feel himself shaking like a leaf, and he hoped Dean wouldn't notice, though with a hand still on his shoulder Sam knew it wasn't likely. He reached for the door trailing his hand along the smooth leather's surface, he wasn't in that hotel room, it wasn't Tuesday. But not amount of talking himself down was helping to slow the racing of his heart.

"Sammy?" Dean asked squeezing his shoulder.

He appreciated the fact that Dean didn't say 'Are you alright?' He didn't want to admit it to himself, but alright was something he was going to have to struggle with.

Shaking his head, Sam pulled a hand down his face, and just mumbled "No Asia."

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Morganeth Taren'drel