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The rain was coming down hard on the windshield, reflecting the headlights of other cars in the dark of the night.

Dean looked head on, staring at the car in front of him, praying for it to go faster.

He told Cas 15 minutes.

And that was 15 minutes ago.

Sam stayed quiet in the passenger seat knowing that by Dean's worried face and lack of music, there was something pressing on his mind.

Inside the old impala, time was passing by at its slowest.

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