The road stretched ahead, the headlights of the Impala creating a swath of yellow light to illuminate the gray of the highway and the faded white of the lines. A classic rock station played softly, a background for the brothers and their thoughts.
"There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me…"
It was a quiet night, a night where all the burdens of life and the crap happening disappeared, replaced by the constant reassurance of the cool air and the hum of the Impala.
"Only shadows ahead…."
Sam's eyes stayed on the edge of the horizon, watching the dying sun as its last hints of warmth and light were engulfed by the land.
"Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over…"
A sense of calm settled over Dean. His fingers were curled over the edges of Baby's steering wheel, his little brother looked content and close to sleep, and something in his muscles started to uncoil, to unwind from their usual stiffness.
"We know that they won't win…"
Sam snuck a glance over his shoulder at his brother. The tiniest of smiles was on Dean's face, and Sam felt one pull at his own lips. If Dean was happy, Sam was.
Dean noticed Sam looking and snorted. "What?"
Sam gazed out on the valley they were driving through, a tired appreciation in his eyes as a corner of his lips twitched upwards. "We can do this."
Dean raised an eyebrow, prompting Sam to continue with a smile.
"I mean," Sam said, watching the sky darken and spread blue-gray clouds, "whatever we face, we're in this together. Nothing can stop us, Dean, not when we're doing this."
"This?"
"Listening to Crowded House, watching the sky, just driving on an empty road…it's something, I don't know."
Dean paused, contemplating. His brother was right. The Winchesters were untouchable, unbreakable when they were utterly, fantastically human.
"What a fairy," Dean eventually laughed, and Sam chuckled, bowing his head and shaking it slowly.
"Don't let them win…"