I do not claim to own the Winchester brothers or the music of Metallica. No infringement intended on my part.
English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes I might have made.
Otherwise, any feedback would be GREATLY appreciated and thanks for reading!
Enter Sandman
July 17th 1996. It was midday. The sun was mercilessly beaming down from the sky, the air still and thick. An asphalt highway made a crack in the orange, dry landscape. Glints of sunlight were abruptly reflected off a sleek, black surface that was the hood of an 1967 Chevy Impala. The car stood on the side of the highway, doors open. Inside the muscle car two boys sat in shelter from the sun.
"When will dad be back Dean?"
"Sam, I've already told you I don't know!" Dean was fiddling around with the cassette player in the front seat while Sam was sprawled out, lying on his stomach in the back seat, kicking his legs around restlessly. Dean grinned widely when the opening notes of Enter Sandman came sneaking out of the speakers. Sam sighed.
"Cram it. Show some respect here, alright, cause Metallica rules."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"Yeah well you were gonna." Sam reached over to the front seat and hit Dean on the forearm. Dean huffed and nudged him back. Sam turned around to lay on his back, staring up at the roof of the Impala. In the corner of his eye he could see Dean's head bob back and forth to the song. When the first verse kicked in Dean was singing at the top of his voice.
"SAY YOUR PRAYERS LITTLE ONE DON'T FORGET MY SON TO INCLUDE EVERYO-O-OOONEAAH."
"Dean, seriously?"
"Aw come on Sam, there ain't anyone around for miles." There was a pause.
"Except dad," Sam said.
"Yeah, except dad. But you know, not anybody important."
"Except dad."
"Yeah. And us too." Dean looked back at Sam with a broad smile. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat and you could see sweat stains through the worn out black t-shirt.
"What's dad even doing out here? Why'd he have to drag us along?" Sam whined. As he spoke he was toying with some of dad's old shoestrings he'd found in the back. There were rusty discolourings on some of them that looked an awful lot like dried blood.
"I dunno. Gotta be something important I guess. Probably didn't want us idling around back at the motel or something." Sam chuckled mirthlessly.
"And what would you call what we're doing right now?" Dean sighed.
"But we're not gonna be here for long. Dad was just gonna meet up with some other hunters, then we'll be on our merry way again, 'kay Sam?" Sam remained silent, tugging at the shoestrings.
"Sammy you with me?"
"Yeah, yeah." Then the chorus started and Dean was singing his vocal chords sore.
"WE'RE OFF TO NEVER NEVER LAAAND." He was air drumming enthusiastically. Sam couldn't help but laugh as Dean air drummed all through the guitar solo, making faces at Sam.
"Here's the best part, listen here!"
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
Dean was singing along, voice exaggeratedly hoarse, grimacing at Sam. He laughed and sang didn't notice their father until he slammed into the back of the car. With a start Dean turned of the music.
"Dean, drive." Dad was out of breath and cradling his left arm, which was covered in blood.
"Dad what's going on?" Sam's voice was shriller than he'd meant for it to be.
"Never mind right now okay Sam?"
"But dad..."
"Not right now!"
Dean had already placed himself in the driver's seat and they took off, roaring out into the highway.
We're off to never never land...