It had to be God, it had to be! Who else could it be? He lowered the shot gun, and held on to it loosely at the stock. Dean was right infront of the window now, still completely unable to see anything but white light. It continued to whisper in Dean's ear. It spoke louder, but it was all muffled and distorted.

"God?" Dean was hestiant to speak, "I can't.. understand you." The light only seemed to get brighter, and the whispering only seemed to get louder. It was beginning to feel a bad acid trip.
Suddenly, the motel door swung open. Dean turned around instantly. The light had vanished, the whispering had stopped, leaving the room dark and silent again.

Melinda and Sam stood in the doorway, watching Dean carefully. "What is it?" Sam asked, taking a step inside. Melinda walked behind him, still watching Dean. "What's the gun for?" Sam asked again as he sat down on the bed. He began to remove his shoe from his foot, then tossing it aside. He asked Dean these questions like nothing had happend at all. Dean looked at Melinda. She gazed at Dean, but worried about his state of being at the moment rather than the mysterious light out the window.

"I uh, I thought I heard something outside." Dean fibbed, leaning the gun back against the bed. He took a seat on his bed, planting his face into his hands, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to make sense of what happend. Melinda flopped over on Sam's bed and stared up at the ceiling. Sam did the same, and laid beside his sister. The room was silent, almost like everyone was asleep.

They were all so tired. They've been running about the countryside non-stop, like there was no tomorrow, and that was literal. The Winchesters have been running themselves ragged and now fatigue had creeped up on them. But they couldn't slow down. If archangels, demons, and the apocalypse trailed closely behind you, would you slow down too? But they knew they couldn't keep this up forever, but they just needed time to think. Dean and Sam were living proof of the saying 'you can run, but you can't hide.'

Dean took his head from his hands and looked around the dark motel. He glanced at his watch. 2 AM. Christ, he was so tired, but they had to pack and leave now. Hex bags threw off Lilith in the past, but as soon as something got their scent, they were useless and burnt to a crisp.

He stood up off the bed, and it creaked from under him. He rubbed his face slowly, then looked at his passsed out siblings. "Sam, Melinda." His tired voice called. They remained motionless and fast asleep. Dean went to them. He patted Sam on the leg and called them again. Sam jumped, then his eyes flew open He looked at Dean. "We should go." Dean said softly, going to the motel table and grabbing his keys.

Sam sat up and looked over at Melinda. "Melly," Sam shook her lightly. "We're leaving." He whispered as she woke. Melinda nodded sleepily. The tired Winchesters took their time vacating the motel. They didn't even bother with their suitcases and personal effects. They were on the run, and went through a different motel every day. They had no time to stall.

Melinda collected the hex bags that lay in each corner of the room. She studied the little black bags with wonder. "Hey, I don't think we should burn these ones." She stated, looking at her brothers. They squinted at her through the dark. "I mean, we're running out, and I don't think we should go all the way to South Dakota just to restock on them. Bobby probably needs his share anyways."

Sam looked from Melinda to Dean. She raised a vaild point. "She's right, Dean."
It was dark, but Sam could tell Dean was scowling at him. "What?" Sam asked in his squeaky questioning voice.

Dean glared. "And risk those sons of bitches catching our scent? No way, Sam."

Sam walked over to him. "Look, Mel and I were out for hours and we didn't come across anything. Personally, Dean, I don't think anything is following us, at least not right now."
"Considering our circumstances, Sam, I don't think we can afford to not play things safe!" Dean shot back.

"Dean,"
"No, Sam!" They argued.

They always argued, and Melinda had to sit back and watch. Tired fueled the arguement, and once they started they couldn't stop.
"Guys, stop!" Melinda hollered. She moved herself in between her battling siblings. She put her arms up, seperating Sam and Dean. "Don't do this. Not now, not after all of this. You're tired, we're all tired, and this is no time to argue." Melinda lowered her hands down, glancing back at forth at her brothers. "When you fight, you guys remind me of... well, you know who." Melinda looked down. She turned away from them.

"And that scares me. I don't want to lose you, but I feel I already have." Melinda managed to squeak out before she felt herself tremble. She held back the tears however. It was no time to cry, it was time to seize the day. She never knew when her only family would be ripped from her.

Sam looked at Dean, giving him a distressed look. Then he turned to Melinda, placing a hand on her shoulder respectively. Dean rolled his eyes, then turned to his siblings. "I'm sorry, okay? But I don't want to be found anymore than you guys do."

Dean didn't want this conversation, it's the last thing he wanted. Not now, anyways. The end was near, but it wasn't now.

Dean turned away from his siblings, and headed for the door. He slid his hand over the knob, and hesitated to pull it open. He looked back at Sam and Melinda. "Let's get out of here." His voice slurred. He peeled back the door and went for his car. Sam and Melinda followed closely behind.

"Wanna sleep for a bit?" Sam asked Dean before Dean hopped in the drivers seat. Dean flashed a breif smile then tossed Sam the keys. Sam caught them as they jingled through mid air. Melinda had already jumped in the backseat, laying down, attempting to make herself comfortable.

Dean nuzzled into the passenger seat, leaning his head on the window. Sam finally drove the key into the ignition and started the car. Before driving away, he looked back at Melinda, who looked back up at him. "You all set?" He asked.
Melinda nodded with a small smile. Sam then looked at Dean, faking a smile. Sam nodded reasurringly at him. Dean returned the nod. then, Sam put the car in reverse, and backed out of the motel parking lot.

This really wasn't the time to argue. It was a time to care for, and look after one another. This time couldn't be spent being angry, this time was to be spent savouring. Who knew when this family would be torn apart?