A/N Another week, another challenge. This week it's graze. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed my past drabbles. I hope you enjoy my three unrelated drabbles using that wonderful word and as always, please let me know what you think!
As much as I adore season 4 and the mytharc and angst, I miss season 1 and the brotherly dynamic of Sam and Dean, the MOTW and the hope and relative innocence they still had, hence the inspiration for this one.
Nostalgia
Warm sunshine casts its light on the long deserted country road. Old barns, farmhouses, trees, bails of hay, horses lazily grazing in the fields paint the prairie landscape. It's beautiful, picturesque. Dean gazes serenely at its simplistic splendor as he drives, humming along to Zeppelin while Sam snores softly, dozing in the passenger seat.
It's rare moments like this where Dean can almost pretend things were like they used to be. No secrets, no apocalypse—just him and Sam and the open road, saving people, hunting things. He can almost pretend that Hell was just a horrific, vivid nightmare.
Almost.