The water is wide, I cannot cross over, nor do I have wings to fly….
"Cute, Sam." Dean laughed. "The car can't fly either. I am not driving over that bridge. It's too damn narrow for the wheel base."
"This is all we've got Dean." Sam shrugged. "We can stay in the car until the storm passes. Maybe the main road will reopen."
"Maybe a big ass Griffin will come along, dig its talons into the roof and carry us to the other side." Dean snorted.
"Maybe," Sam leaned against the window. "It could happen. Our lives are weird enough."
