Dean sighed contentedly as the golden glow of warm light from the windows of the old roadside motel came into view. His feet crunched in the freshly fallen snow, and he shook snow flakes from his blonde, blood-caked hair. It was still fairly early and the deep cold of the night had not yet begun to loosen. Dean fought off a shiver as he looked back fondly at his 67' chevy impala he parked a few yards away. It glittered softly in the morning light like a fresh, black ink stain carelessly made on a rumpled white coverlet.
Hues of yellow spilled out onto the snowy ground in front of him, drawing his attention back to his destination. Sam stood in the now open doorway with a crooked smile. "What the hell Dean? I thought it was only one vampire? You do realize you were supposed to just kill it, not take a bath in it's blood right?" Dean let out a throaty laugh. "Well you know those damn blood suckers, I told it 'No mean No' but I guess my sex appeal was just too great." Sam furrowed his brow in concern. "You sure you're okay? That is all it's blood?" Dean smiled cockily. "I'm all peaches and cream brother. Oo! Speaking of, please tell me we have pie in there." Sam's grin crawled back up his face. "Sorry, no time to eat. Gotta hit the road. Got another case." Dean's shoulder's slumped in disappointment. "Accidently open the door of Satan's little cage, and all evil decides to party it up." Sam gave his older brother an odd look. "Oh yeah...they are raising Hell." Dean blanched. "Oh Duh!" He smacked his forehead. "I totally left that one hanging there, Damn! Losing my touch."
After possibly the world's fastest hot shower, the boys were on the road once more. This is perfection. Dean thought to himself as he drove his 'baby' down the dark lonely highway, Sam now attempting to sleep in the passenger seat. If you ever want to shut him up, blare some classic tunes, wind down the windows, and let him behind the wheel of his inherited impala...there was nothing like driving on a dark road under a starry sky. Dean had a passionate love affair with the way the world looked from a moving vehicle. This is when I'm at my best.
He sighed contentedly as Smoke on the water faded to its conclusion on the radio, stopping to look over to his stirring brother. Sam wiped drool that had crusted on the corner of his lower lip away with the back of his hand, then grogily rubbed the right side of his face reddened with the imprint of the leather of the passenger seat.
It was then fate decided to play a cruel but funny trick on the two of them...
"I live my life like there's no tomorrow and all I've got, I had to steal. Least I don't need to beg or borrow. Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills. Oooh, yeah! Runnin' with the devil Ahh-hah! Yeah! Runnin' with the devil!"
It was all Dean could do to surpress his laughter. Van Halen just nailed it. Running with the devil? Sam gave Dean that 'bitch face' look that said, Seriously? What are you five? But he couldn't help it, the irony was too thick. Dean finally let his laughter reign, openly mocking Sam. "Dude, I think I found a new favorite song. It's like Halen knows you personally." Sam groaned, he knew what they were going to be listening to for the next five hours straight.