“Well, what do we do now?” Sam sighs in exasperation, rubbing his hand over his face as the low purr of the Impala slowly sputters to a halt, stopped on the side of the road in the asscrack middle of nowhere.

“Well what choice do we have? Other than give Baby a break and hope for the best.” Dean murmurs, patting the hood of the car as he leans against it, looking around at the surrounding woods casually.

Sam glares at him incredulously, brows furrowed. “Seriously? That’s it? Dean, we-“ He stops abruptly, looking into the rustling brush across from them, both of the brothers immediately on high alert.

“What the hell was that?”