Highway 12

Week one of spn_napowrimo - Theme of the week is Two-lane Blacktop (places and Americana)

Title: Highway 12
Partner: None
Prompt: midnight on the interstate
Rating: Gen/PG
Character/Pairings: Sam and Dean
Tags/Warnings/Spoilers: Show level violence

Belated Acknowledgements: Many thanks to tifaching and quickreaver for helping me polish this! It was rough and ready before they stepped in. Love you both!
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Highway 12

That it’s dark goes without saying.
It is midnight, after all.
The desert holds the silence like breath, refusing to exhale.

“It’s colder than a witches tit,”
Dean complains, slams metal on metal carelessly loud.

Pinyon pines rustle an uneasy reply.

Sam hefts the shotgun, lets Dean shoulder the rest of the burden
 – like Sam has a choice.
Sam’s worry is wasted with only starlight there to see it.

They leave the Impala on blacker than blacktop, step off the highway
Onto earth red by day, old-blood-dark by night.
Nothing ominous about that, no sir.

Sam doesn’t think about portents when he carries his brother back
Torn open.
Dripping blood steams – human heat versus desert chill.
The desert is winning.

Waiting patiently, blacker than black,
blacker than blacktop,
cold iron will be their saviour.

The Impala roars deliverance into the Utah night.



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