Music from one of Dean’s tapes plays softly in the background. The Winchesters both quiet as Dean drives from whatever small town they hunted in. On their way home to the Bunker. Sam’s head is leaning back against the seat. His eyes closed as he drifted off. Every so often, pare of headlights pass the Impala. It was a peaceful night. Too peaceful.

Dean glanced at Sam. Seeing he was trying to sleep. His hand lifts from the wheel and he paused the music. Letting the car fall into silence and his little brother to sleep.

The peace didn’t last long. In his peripheral vision, something catches Dean’s eye. A light. Falling from the sky. With smoke trailing behind it. Looking like falling debris. Or perhaps a meteor. But Dean knew exactly what it was.

A falling angel.

Dean’s green eyes widen. He does hesitate to pull Baby over to the side of the road. Making Sam slowly wake up.

“Are we home?” Sam asked. That’s when he sees what Dean saw.

The two look at each other and without saying a word, the two get out of the car. Rushing as fast as they can to follow where the light landed. Weaving through the woods.