The title and the summary come from a song by Morcheeba called Enjoy The Ride. This has been beta-ed by my lovely beta HollyBush. But me being what I am I added some things to this chapter after it has been beta-ed, so...nothing but the mistakes are mine. Oh, and the story has nothing to do with the lyrics of the song, I just thought it would be appropriate name for this story. And it happens somewhere in the first season.

Enjoy.

CHAPTER 1:

It was a need, a deep need, that every person on the planet got up close and personal with from the day they are born. A need so deep that, according to Sam, should have been fulfilled five minutes ago. A need to pee.

"Dean, man, stop the car."

"What? Why?"

"I have to go."

"Go where?"

A long sigh greeted Deans question.

"Pee."

"God, Sam, we just left the gas station."

"Yeah, well sorry I didn't have to go pee 200 miles ago! Alright?"

"Can't you hold it?"

If looks could kill, Dean would be a dead man right now.

"O.K., alright, jeez, don't get your panties in a twist."

"Thank you." Sam slumped further down the seat.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, Sammy boy, where should I stop?"

"I really don't care about that right now, Dean." he let the 'Sammy' slide. No need to argue, not now at least, when there are other things on his mind.

"I don't want my baby stopping in some mud covered cow shit."

"Dean…," and a sigh, followed by a hand rubbing his face: "just stop the damn car."

Anger was radiating from Sam, and Dean had to turn his head in his direction just to make sure Sam wasn't possessed.

"Alright, alright, just don't break a leak."

"Ha, ha," and a whispered: "funny." to the window.

"Yeah well, you're capable of anything."

If looks could kill, Dean would be dead. Again.

"Where are you gonna go?"

"Huh?"

"To pee. Where are you gonna go? Coz' you ain't gonna pee behind my baby, that's for sure."

"Dean you're impossible."

"Yeah, well so are you."

"I'll go behind a tree, if it'll make you feel better."

"You see a lot of trees around here?"

There was nothing but grass and corn fields stretching miles and miles into the horizon.

"Then I'll just go into the corn field. Dude what's your problem?"

I can't let you out of my sight, Sam. You draw troubles wherever you go.

"No problems."

"Then why does it matter where I go? Dean, just stop the damn car, would ya'."

"Alright, alright, stop your bitching."

Dean stopped the Impala on the side of the road carefully, checking for signs of cow shit and mud. When he was satisfied there was nothing of the sort waiting to smudge his baby, he stopped.

There was a vast corn field on their right side and a long stretch of road on their left. A long yellow line separated it, one lane going to Loserville, the other one to Whateverville. Dean was just hoping they would get to a real city soon.

Sam climbed out of the car even before Dean's foot stepped on the break, closing the door with a loud squeak and a louder thump.

"Just keep your ass out of trouble, Sammy!"

Sam just raised his hand and walked toward the opening in the field.

"I mean it." Dean muttered, more to himself and a fly-resembling bug that made its way into the car when Sam opened the door.

"Great."

He opened the door on his side and moved his hand to the windshield in attempt to get rid of the fly-resembling bug.

The heat from the outside pushed itself in the car and Dean could actually feel his ass sticking to the car seat.

"I don't know what you are, but you ain't gonna bug me while I drive."

He waved his hand in the fly's direction and she flew onto the other side of the window.

"Oh, come on."

After some quite acrobatic moves, he managed to get the bug out.

The sun was in his face. No cars anywhere, just corn field after corn field after corn field.

"Fun place."

After appreciating some carefully picked out songs, Dean started to get a little restless.

"Come on Sam."

He tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel to a melody in his head.

He checked his watch. He had watched Sam take a run into the corn field...10 minutes ago.

Now that was just not normal. Alright, Sam was shy, but they were in the middle of nowhere, for crying out loud.

He didn't have to go all the way to the middle of the field. He didn't even have to go into the field.

Dean's heart stopped the second the clock showed 11 minutes.

"Sam?!"

TBC