This chapter is short and sweet, a perfect contrast to the rest of the story. I just want you all to know, that I love you. You and your beautiful reviews mean the entire world to me. And this story does to. So much happened while I was writing this. I learned to drive, I started a new year of school, I made wonderful new friends, my heart was broken for the first time for about twenty minutes, and I fell deeper and deeper in love with this community. With all of you. So here we find ourselves, in front of the greenlight. I wrote it for all of you.
He knew before he opened his eyes that he was in the Impala. The smell of gunpowder and Dean's shampoo, the cracked leather beneath him, gave it away. Sam smiled in his sleepy state. Was it night? He didn't see any light behind his eyelids. He opened his eyes.
It was dark – but not completely. The green dash lights cast a warm glow in the car. He peered out the windows. They were on an old road. He couldn't see more than a foot away from the road before it faded into pitch black. All he could see on the road was the stoplight they were stopped in front of. It glowed bright green as well, and caught Sam's fascination. Something moved in the corner of his eye and he turned to see Dean in the driver's seat.
His brother was looking at him intensely, but with kindness. Nobody said anything, and Sam just smiled. He felt so calm… so peaceful.
Dean reached out to touch Sam's hand, laying on the seat. In spoke, all seriousness, "You ready to go kiddo?"
Sam nodded. Yeah, he was ready.
Dean smiled, and reached up to ruffle his brother's hair. He turned the ignition in the car, and they drove off into the green light.