All Nightmare Long
Prologue
Dean kicked the tire of the worn out, faded Hyundai. "Really, Sam? You expect me to drive this?"
His tall brother leaned over the roof of the car, his hands clasped together. "Dean, I'm not any happier about it than you are. I mean, look at it, it's a midget car. You think I'm gonna be comfortable riding around in that thing? Seriously."
Dean thumped the tire again. "Then why'd you jack this one? Anything, even a minivan, there had to be something better laying around."
"Trust me. It was this or a moped. Quiet day in outer sticksville. Just, get in and drive, we'll swap it first chance we get."
Dean started the car and it backfired like a war cannon, sending plumes of acrid blue smoke into the morning mist. "Real inconspicuous, there, Sammy. Good job. Glad I sent you to get the car this time."
"Just shut up and drive," Sam grumbled, his knees pushed up somewhere around his ears as he tried to unfold his long body in the tiny interior.
"Smells like feet."
"I get it Dean. Just drive."
Dean turned on the radio and tuned it to a classic rock station.
Metallica did its best to tear up the tiny speakers.
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out, you crawl back in
But your luck runs out
Your luck runs out
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M A S T E R P O S T
Dean kicked the tire of the worn out, faded Hyundai. "Really, Sam? You expect me to drive this?"
His tall brother leaned over the roof of the car, his hands clasped together. "Dean, I'm not any happier about it than you are. I mean, look at it, it's a midget car. You think I'm gonna be comfortable riding around in that thing? Seriously."
Dean thumped the tire again. "Then why'd you jack this one? Anything, even a minivan, there had to be something better laying around."
"Trust me. It was this or a moped. Quiet day in outer sticksville. Just, get in and drive, we'll swap it first chance we get."
Dean started the car and it backfired like a war cannon, sending plumes of acrid blue smoke into the morning mist. "Real inconspicuous, there, Sammy. Good job. Glad I sent you to get the car this time."
"Just shut up and drive," Sam grumbled, his knees pushed up somewhere around his ears as he tried to unfold his long body in the tiny interior.
"Smells like feet."
"I get it Dean. Just drive."
Dean turned on the radio and tuned it to a classic rock station.
Metallica did its best to tear up the tiny speakers.
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out, you crawl back in
But your luck runs out
Your luck runs out
[ Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Epilogue]
M A S T E R P O S T