Take Me Away

Main story set after 5x05 "Fallen Idols"

2006

Cape Girardeau, Missouri

Sam Winchester waited in the driver's seat of the 1967 black Chevy Impala as his older brother Dean stood by the hood with Cassie Robinson.

"My mother says to tell you thanks again," said Cassie. Dean nodded. "This is a better goodbye than last time."

"Yeah, well, maybe this time it'll be a little less permanent," said Dean.

"You know what?" said Cassie. "I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Dean."

Dean was slightly disappointed. "Well, I've seen stranger things happen. A hell of a lot stranger."

"Goodbye, Dean," said Cassie sadly.

"I'll see ya, Cassie. I will."

They kissed, and then Dean got into the car. Sam waved at Cassie, and she watched the two of them drive away.

"I like her," said Sam.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"You meet someone like her, ever make you wonder if it's worth it?" asked Sam. "Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?"

Dean said nothing, but smiles at Sam. He took a pair of sunglasses out of the glove compartment and put them on. "Wake me up when it's my turn to drive."

Dean smiled and slouched down in his seat. Sam smiled and continued to drive.

"Dean, what the hell is that?" asked Sam.

Dena's head shot up as he pulled off his sunglasses and stared out the windshield. The air in front of them shimmered over the road.

"What the hell?" said Dean.

Sam slammed on the brakes, and turned the wheel to avoid it; but it didn't work. The Impala slid through the invisible barrier, screeching to a halt on the road. Sam and Dean looked around, but nothing seemed different. They looked back at the road, but the barrier was gone.

"I reiterate," said Dean. "What the hell?"

"I don't know," said Sam.

Dean's hand suddenly flew to the radio, turning it on. Metallica's "Enter Sandman" blasted out of the speakers, but surprisingly, Dean changed the station. The next one was playing Van Halen's "Humans Being," but Dean skipped that one, too. The next station was playing ACDC's "Thunderstruck," but Dean just flipped to the next one.

"Come on, come on," Dean muttered.

Sam frowned at Dean, confused as to why he was passing up all his favorite songs. The next station was playing Foreigner's "Head Games," and Dean skipped that one, too. The next station was giving a report, and Dean stopped, listening intently.

"You gave up your favorite songs for a talk show?" Sam asked.

"Shut up," Dean told him, trying to listen.

It was a news report. "Mass rioting has broken out in Los Angeles, New York City, Washington DC, San Francisco, St. Louis and Miami. President Obama states that he may be forced to used armed guard to hold back the crowds. That's all for national news. What do we have for weather?"

A different voice began to speak. "Well, we are in luck. Today is going to be a wonderful October 9, 2009. We're gonna be—"

"2009?" said Sam, jaw dropping.

"Don't tell me that was some kind of time barrier," said Dean.

"Looks like," said Sam. He looked at Dean. "What do we do now?"

Dean shook his head. "Motel, I guess."

Sorry it's so short. the rest will be better.