A/N: It's been a long time since I updated this fic, so here it is, hope ya enjoy it, I'll probably post the next chapter sometime this weekend.

Alexz was driving when they hit the border to Canada. She drove them to Twassen ferry landing. It was summer, and they didn't have a reservation, so they missed the ferry, but they caught the next one. Dean could tell Alexz was getting tense as they approached Vancouver Island.

"I fucking hate ferry rides!" Alexz exclaimed when they were sitting in the car waiting to get off the ferry.

Dean spoke first, "Alexz, are the people in Sam's vision your parents?"

Sam was listening intently, holding on to every word, and hoping that they would let him in.

"What the fuck Dean? I'm not the one with the fucking psychic visions. How am I supposed to know?"

"Alexz, you're being unreasonable, just calm down."

"Dean, don't tell me what to do! Do you understand how hard this is for me? Do you?"

The car got very silent until The ferry docked and they were unloading. Alexz was driving, and not even bothering to wipe the tears streaming down her face. Sam sat there and watched his brother and Alexz ignore each other, until Alexz put on a CD, and Dean spoke for the first time in tem minutes "Turn that shit off."

"It's Evanescence Dean, maybe if you didn't have such a close-minded interpretation of music, there's a chance that you might actually enjoy it."

"There's also a chance that Hell could freeze over."

"Shut up Dean."

They drove without talking, the sound of Amy Lee's voice filling the silence, it was going to be a long drive.

"Breathe No More"

I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.

Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
But I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no...
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more.