The sleek black Impala roars down the open highway, the steady hum of its engine lulling through the speakers. Sam and Dean sit side by side, Sam in the passenger seat and Dean behind the wheel. The atmosphere inside the car is one of comfortable familiarity, the brothers having spent countless hours on the road like this in their never-ending crusade to hunt down evil entities. As the familiar riffs of AC/DC's "Back in Black" fill the air, Dean grins at his partner."Oh, yeah, there we go!" He exclaims. Sam looks at him with a mix of skepticism and annoyance, clearly not sharing his older brother's taste in music."Seriously?" He questions, a hint of irritation in his voice. Dean doesn't let it bother him, though. He just grins wider and responds confidently."Hey, house rules, pal. Driver picks the music. And shotgun... shuts his cakehole." Sam groans even in Heaven this stupide rule Despite his complaining, Sam knows that arguing with Dean about music choices is a losing battle. He sinks down into his seat and resignedly mumbles, "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Pleased with himself, Dean turns his attention back to the road as the Impala continues to eat up the miles. He hums along to the music, tapping his fingertips against the steering wheel in time with the rhythm. Sams chimed "What now? Where her in Heaven, there no Monsters anymore for us" Dean sighs, Sam was right, they where now in Heaven "Ya, Know Sammy, whe got to Hell, where so much Reborn/brought Back to live and now Heaven seams so..." Dean stopped Sam nods in agreement, sharing his brother's sentiment. But befor they could talk more, a white light blind then for a moment and then* * they heard a radio clock* "Good Morning it's September 2007-" the raido moderator begins*