Amicos Pro VitaJohn glanced at the backseat of the Impala briefly. His sons Dean and Sam were fast asleep, their heads resting on each other. Sam clutched the small blanket that was draped over him tightly, while Dean was curled up in a ball next to him. Both boys were snoring softly, and John smiled as he turned his gaze back to the road. They had reached Sioux Falls twenty minutes earlier, and now the sign for Singer Salvage Yard appeared ahead of them. John turned the Impala into the drive and maneuvered the car up to the two story house that was situated behind the yard.Amicos Pro Vita by ~GublerFanGirl
John pulled the Impala up next to a beat up truck, and parked. He pulled the key
StormsRain fell from the sky heavily, pounding on the windows of a hotel room. The hotel room was cluttered, with empty pizza boxes and pop cans scattered all over the place. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room and seconds later, thunder could be heard from the distance. Two beds lined the back of the room, where the forms of two boys were visible.Storms by ~GublerFanGirl
Sam Winchester sat up with his back to the wall, his knees pulled up to his face. His wide eyes stared at the falling rain from the warmth of the covers. The five year old boy flinched with every crack of thunder, whimpering quietly. A ragged blanket covered the sheets, the color starting to fade.