Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural; that's all on Kripke. I just write random crap about the show sometimes because it's fun and it helps to make me a better writer.
Word Count: 100! Yay!
A/N: So I was listening to the song Take Me With You by Morphine, and this short drabble just took up residence in my head. And it wouldn't leave until I wrote it down, so I did.
Summary: Drabble. Post 4x22. Sam is getting the hell outta dodge, and Dean's just trying to get gone.
and when we go, we go
Fields of green stretch endlessly on either side of the old dirt road. For the first time in a long while, Dean rides shotgun. Shades on, leaning back, wind caressing his face from the open window.
Sam is the perfect picture of Dean's antithesis, all nervous limbs and hitched breath. Driving away from ground zero.
Fingers graze the volume, turning up one of Sammy's weirder song choices. But Dean thinks maybe this one's not so bad.
"Dean, we don't have time to relax! The devil-"
"Sammy." Dean's voice cuts through the music, quiet and sure. "All I got is time."