Sam and Dean had themselves stuck in another end of the world crisis. It may've looked like just another Tuesday, but it wasn't. Not even a little bit. The world just found new ways to kick their asses every time.

"Why is it always us?" Sam asked his older brother, his gaze down at the ground.

"Believe me, I've been asking myself that question for, hell, I don't even know how long." Dean replied, shaking his head with a humorless chuckle.

"Seriously. Can't things just go according to plan? For once?!" Said the younger Winchester.

"That's just it, Sammy. When do things ever go the way we want 'em to?" Dean scoffed.