Winchester Siblings: Broken (Book 4) (A Supernatural Series)

Chapter 1 - Snow, Snow, Go Away!

A Year Later

The moon hung low in the cold December sky, snow fell lightly about the '67 Impala as the driver slowly crept along the icy, mountainous landscape. Sam was sleeping in the passenger seat as his brother Dean drove like most times. It seemed no matter how old Sam got, Dean treated him as if he was still a kid. Something that agitated him to this day. But he opened his eyes and knew that they would need to pull off for the night, the blacktop now a sheet of ice, yet Dean kept going and Sam shook his head wondering if his brother had finally lost his mind.

"Dean?" he said quietly, "Why haven't we pulled off for the night?"

Dean sighed, his concentration broken, "We need to get to the Pennsylvania border as soon as we can."

Sam knew that getting to Pennsylvania meant getting to their sister as soon as they could. Nearly a year ago she'd gone back to Milford to regain the life in which she left, wanting to leave the hunting business behind. Their father and his wife Majestic had been together a year now, something they never thought would happen, but they were a family and they needed to be together forever or so he thought.

"Is Alana in that much trouble?"

"She called and said she saw an unusual character lurking about her house. She's called the cops a few times but nothing was found. They think she's paranoid."

Sam knew how that felt, when the Demon was part of their father over three months ago; he thought he was losing it as well.

"How much longer until we get to Milford?"

"An hour at the most."

"Will we make it in this weather?"

Dean gritted his teeth; he damn well would make it. Alana was in trouble and the damn snow was not helping. "I'll do whatever I can to make it to Alana's, I want her safe."

Sam nodded, even though traveling in this kind of weather was dangerous, he and Dean had seen and been through worse. So whatever life threw at them, they would always come out first no matter what.

"Can you drive for a while Sam? I need to rest."

Sam was uneasy about driving in snow, hell; he'd been in Stanford for too long. But he wasn't about to let Dean fall asleep at the wheel either, so he nodded, "Yeah, I will. We keep on the Highway until we hit the Milford exit right?"

Dean nodded, "On the ramp, make a left. There's a hotel just after the bridge on the right. Alana asked for us to meet her there."

Sam nodded, "We'll get there Dean, I promise."

All Dean could do was nod, before falling into a deep and troubled sleep; even Sam was aware of the troubles and he was wide awake! But he drove on, the snow falling heavily now as they neared Middletown, New York. The highway was deserted, except for the occasional truck and state truck plowing the snow from the asphalt. Thirty minutes or more to go before they reached their destination, their sister would no doubt be impatient while waiting for them.

Sam sighed a while later as he read the 'Welcome to Pennsylvania' sign and crossed the bridge over the Delaware River. Soon they would be reunited with their younger sister and he hoped that they could find out what really happened to her, if anything happened at all.

Sam drove slowly again on I-84 as his windshield was cast into snow white décor, the snow was harder here and he ended up falling from 30 MPH to a crawl, never in his life had he experienced something like this before. But he would keep his promise to his brother and get to the hotel, a 'Scottish Inns Motel'. He rounded a bend and sighed, the Milford sign said he had a mile to go to the exit and he would be there. But how was he going to wake Dean up when he got there? That was one thing he was going to have to think over as he neared the Motel.