A/N: I have no excuse for how short this is... it's kinda sad
Sam and Dean packed in record time, piling their bags into the Impala as fast as they could. Sam still had a slight urge to stay behind and help fix the mess that he so faithfully believed that he made. He was sitting shotgun in the Impala before he knew it though, watching as house after house went by them, the decorations and festivities slowly fading off into the distance.
Sam could feel the tension in the car leaving, as the town became just a speck in the rearview mirror, becoming nothing more than a bad memory.
Dean drove for miles, the road empty, not a thing in sight except for a lone tree. It was a pine that was more dead than alive, the needles on its branches brown and dry. That was the reason that Sam noticed it, the only thing that broke the empty skyline. Sam's head turned as they drove by, watching the tree the entire time. He watched until it was out of sight once again, the silence in the car heavy.
They kept on driving, the scenery entirely the same. Not a thing in sight, just a little old pine tree. Sam had to look twice before he saw that it was the same tree, the one that they had passed twenty minutes ago.
"Dean?" Sam watched the tree, his stomach twisting at the sight.
"What Sam?" Dean kept his eyes on the road, focusing on where he was going.
"We already passed that tree."
The Impala screeched to a halt, Dean remained looking forward. He was silent before he abruptly hit the steering wheel, "Damn it!"
"We can't get out Dean." Sam spoke softly, his eyes still on the tree.
"I know that Sam." Dean let out a growl of frustration again, smacking his hand against the wheel.
"What are we going to do?" Sam turned to Dean, his face full of worry.
"I don't know Sam."
"Dean-"
"I said I don't know!"
They sat quietly for a few moments before Sam broke the silence, "If we go back, he's going to kill you."
Dean twisted his hand on the steering wheel, trying to make up his mind. It didn't take long as shortly after he threw the Impala into drive, making a u-turn and heading back to the town, determination written on his face.
"Not if we kill him first."