It was14 hours to Akron. Dean could drive it in less, but there was no hurry. Now they weren't forever living on the edge of Armageddon, there was time to savour the small stuff: the power of the engine; the rumble of the road beneath his wheels; cool night air whipping over his arm; Sam wrapped in the back, snoring. Not the apple-pie life he'd pictured when he was younger, but he had a home (kinda), his family, and tomorrow he'd get actual pie. Lots of it.
Who knew what would come after that? But, for now, life was good.