Supernatural Oneshots

Escape

The sky above Dean was a gorgeous mix of purples, blues and a deep, bottomless black. It was vast and empty, but small points of light glittered through, sparkling like dew drops on rock, or the hard surface of the road that Dean spent almost all of his life driving on. He was  sitting on the hood of his beloved impala, relishing in the sight of the ocean of colour above him. A gentle, playful wind danced around him, tousling his thickly gelled hair with a soft caress. The sun was long gone from the horizon,   its light having died off hours ago. Dim, silver streaks of moonlight replaced the suns brilliancy, giving the surrounding environment a eerie, colourless glow. Dean kicked at the rock beneath his feet and let out a long, quite sigh. It was moments like these that made life bearable for Dean. Moments like these brought him utter peace and washed away the hurt, neglect and pain that John Winchester had burnt into Dean's heart throughout the day. His angry commands, punishments and exhausting hunts were all but forgotten when Dean snuck out, and bathed in the warm, summer night air. Birds sang goodnight all around him. Their songs were sweet and soothing for him, and a refreshing break from the constant rock he blared out of the Impala's worn speakers. Not that he'd admit any of this to anyone. 

The swirls of purples and pinks were slowly, but surely swallowed by the empty dark that was seeping down throughout the sky like ink in water. It reminded Dean of his life, in a strange way. His father was like the darkness, pressing down and eating away his potential, his spirit and soul for the sake of hunting down that goddamn freak that killed his mother. To him, Sam was like the pinks and purples. Always evading the Darkness, until finally they disapeared around the horizon, escaping the snapping jaws of the deep night. This was the only time Dean could think, really. Whenever he was home he was 'Daddy's blunt little intrument". Nothing else. 

Dean wished with all his heart he could just jump back in the Impala and drive off, never looking back and never returning. The road was pretty much the only true friend he ever had. It was always there, guiding him and providing a place he could truly call home. Hell, if it weren't for school and Sammy, Dean probably would have gotten behind the wheel and drove off, right then and there. But he was only a kid, barely sixteen with a dumbass baby brother to feed... No way he could pull it off. As his thoughts tumbled around his head in a big, angry bundle, a soft sprinkle of rain began to flit down from a thin layer of clouds in the ever darkening sky. Dean hissed softly to himself, and retreated back into the shelter of the impala. Oh well, he thought. Sammy was probably starting to get worried anyway... He should probably get back home. With a quick roar of the engine, Dean began his short, unwanted drive back to the motel, sighing as he flicked on the nearest cassette. Once again, the road was opening up to him, and guiding him home.