Momentary Peace of Mind
He was in his baby, simply cruising down the quaint Maine coast with no particular destination in mind. Sam thought they were here for a case, he just didn't know how wrong he was.
Dean was planning, deserved, to live the high life.
Signs advertising whale watches popped up every few minutes, as he gazed around at the various shops lingering nearby. People were walking their dogs and he drove a little slower, wanting to savor the relaxation he was feeling.
It was peace of mind after his centuries in hell, after his resurrection by the so called angel Castiel.
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The Impala was meant for this environment, the sun's gentle, not oppressive, rays glimmering off her hood and making Dean's eyes sparkle at the beauty of her.
Her ride was smoothest here, tires gracefully crunching on minuscule pebbles. The evergreens brushing up against her sides, creating rippling shadows.
Sam shifted down in his seat for a nap, oblivious to the immensity of where they were.
The huge body of water loomed before them, surrounded them as he took a gradual curve. With windows down, a deep breath was taken.
Fresh air cleared his heavy head of the burdens of hell.
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