So…this is my new multi chaptered fic (those of you reading Sensitive, don't worry, I'm still writing that one too). I will put any warnings in my a/n's if the chapter will call for them, so that no one will be able to accuse me of being gross or creepy or anything of the sorts LOL.

So…I wished me some hurt!boys and they say that if you want something done right do it yourself! And I did….I wrote this for my pleasure and yours. Btw, I've already written the hurt part and I'm soooo excited to see what you guys will think about that. giggles, but we have some chapters to go before we get to that.

I own nothing, but the grammar mistakes.

Anyways…

Emerald water this one is for you. How much you mean to me, how much I love ya, how much you make me even freakier then I am…it can all be summed up in one word: Bug!!! This is just a little thank you for being what you are!

Enjoy…

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On the grayest of spring evenings, April barely being born, the pebbly road crunched beneath the black tires of an even blacker car. Dean could feel the larger stones being turned and twisted when they intercepted the tires; he could feel the vibrations in his hands holding the steering wheel and he gripped it tighter.

Don't want my baby to crash.

The grass in the middle of the road was still brown, lazy in its growth, still sleepy from the winter. But that won't last long; soon enough it'll be bursting with life, getting greener and taller with each passing day.

"'m hungry."

"You're always hungry, Dean." he turned the map on his lap.

"Want me some pie."

"Want me some sleep." he folded the map.

"Tired?"

"Naw, 'm cool."

The fog that was supposed to clear throughout the day, never trust those weathercasters, obviously didn't care about what that little bald man on the TV said. It was quite happy swirling around the black car, trying to ease itself into the warm exterior. But it failed, as there was no way for it to settle on the black leather; there were no cracks for it to push through, no open windows for it to sneak in…all there was, was the sound of the machine that was driving it crazy, making it move along the way so that the car could pass by.

Sam was having a boxing match with a map and the map won: "Damn it."

Dean laughed out loud, breaking the subtle song on the radio with his voice: "What's the matter, Sammy!? Did the map bite back?"

"Very funny. 'm laughing on the inside."

"Well, 'm laughing on the outside."

Sam pushed his finger into his mouth, sucking on the paper cut.

"Stings."

"You three?"

"Whatever." Sam said and turned his head towards the trees.

The road looked snow white in the setting sun; the light that was barely bright enough to still call it daylight, speared through the thick fog, making it disperse a little.

It would have been a perfect red sunset, if a veil of clouds wouldn't have been interrupting it. In the distance the hills glowed in a thin blue-red color, the peaks of them covered with an orange glow; silhouettes of ancient rocks bathing in clouds and snow.

"Sam?" Dean leaned forward a little, trying to see more clearly through the windshield, but seeing nothing but the road ahead and the woods guarding it by it's sides, he slumped back into the leather seat. He stole a glance at Sam, his grip on the wheel tightening as a precaution.

"Yeah?" Sam looked away from the window, where his eyes saw tree trunks being wrapped up by the fog.

"Are we by any odd, you know, weird kind of way," he raised his voice a little, "lost!!?"

The tape that was currently in the radio got scared and fast forwarded two lines of the song's lyrics. But no one noticed that, no one paid any attention. Dean was pissed off and Sam was in his own little world.

Sam slipped his finger out of his mouth and said: "Don't yell at me," one glance on the map, illuminating it with the flashlight, "you said you want to go and take a shortcut," he glanced at Dean, "not me."

"But you said which way." his eyes were fixed on the road.

It was getting dark now, the sun down, the freshness of the air up. The rumble of the Impala's engine overpowered the chirping of the birds in the woods by the road. There was no wind to rustle the just forming leaves, everything was peaceful, fresh. Shining in the dusk.

"What?" he looked at Dean and turned of his flashlight. No need for that much light when you're in the middle of a fight. The less your opponents see, the less it's gonna hurt you.

"You said where to turn. You said left and I turned left." His eyes widened in anger.

"What?" unbelievable.

"What, what?" he turned down the radio a notch, the song just a slight hum in the background of a loud fight.

"I never said left, I said right."

"No, you said left. I heard you."

"Dean, did you forget to clean your ears again?"

"What?"

"I never said left, I said right."

"Confess, Sam. You got us lost."

"Dean?"

"What!?"

"Stop the car and let's see where we are."

"Sure now you're making sense. Now, when we're already lost!"

"Oh, would you just shut up and pull over somewhere."

"Un-freaking-believable."

Dean stopped the car on the middle of the road and killed the engine, making Sam turn around to look if there was anyone behind them, but there was nothing, just darkness that was slowly descending and eating up the trees and the road in the distance.

"Uh, what if someone comes?"

Dean looked at him.

"Sam, we haven't seen a living soul anywhere for like," he glanced at his watch, "an hour…you really think someone will come now?!

He rotated his body so that he could see Sam more clearly, noticing nothing in his brother's eyes, nothing on his face that would give him any indication that there was something wrong with his brother. Sam didn't even have sleepy eyes…odd.

"So map boy, where exactly did you misread something wrong?"

Sam huffed: "I didn't misread anything anywhere, I said left and you went…"

"What?!"

"…right."

"Wasn't it the other way around just a second ago?!"

Sam swallowed.

"For a map boy, you suck." Dean tore the map out of Sam's hands.

Any smart, witty comeback Sam might have had was swallowed down when two bloody palms appeared on the window by Dean's head, leaving a set of bloody smudges, when they slowly slid down.

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TBC… yes or no!?