STORMY WEATHER
WOW: scrub Baby's going above and beyond to help Dean with a very important mission.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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The rain's torrential; my wipers can't keep up with it, scrubbing away at my windshield, but only moving gallons of freezing water around. This road is waterlogged; the spray pouring off my tyres is like freaking Niagara.
What a storm! It's wild, like it was sent by Thor himself. The sky's blacker than my paintwork, in every direction; no sign of this easing off anytime soon.
We haven't seen another single car on the road tonight; no-one else is crazy enough to venture out in this, and I sure as heck don't blame them.
My headlamps are cutting through the blackness, but all they illuminate is lashing rain, driven sideways by the relentless, howling wind.
In my drivers' seat, Dean's hands are strong and steady on my steering wheel, gripping tight. He's staring intently through the rain, brow furrowed in concentration. I trust him to guide us home safely through this deluge.
Sam was royally pissed when Dean headed out in this storm tonight, so I imagine my boy will get chewed out when we get back to the bunker.
But seriously, Sam forgot Dean's pie in the supply run this afternoon, so he's only got himself to blame!
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