A Short Trip to Hell

Sam had long since given up on trying to predict where Dean’s farewell tour was going to take them. They had already hit the great burger joints and one night stands of Dean’s short yet eventful life, and none of them had seemed to convince Dean that fighting to get out of this deal was worth doing. Sam kept hoping that one of them would smack some sense into him, make him see that there was something worth living for, but so far, none of them have seemed to work. Each stop only proved to make Sam more and more frustrated, but as the days were counting down, the stops seemed to get more and more poignant. There had to be something along the way that would snap Dean out of it, so Sam had to just keep hoping and keep digging.

The last stop was the one stop that he hadn’t expected.

They were driving straight down Route 56, when Sam’s head had to practically whip around as they passed the sign informing them what state they were entering. “Kansas?” he frowned. Dean tended to avoid Kansas like the plague, but his brother didn’t glance at him to acknowledge the question.

“Smallville.”

It was enough to confirm, no, they were not going to Lawrence, but still not enough to give Sam any idea as to what was going on. “Okay,” he said softly, turning his eyes back to the road, and trying to figure out what his brother could have possibly left behind in Smallville.

By the time they actually hit town the next day, Sam was still no closer to having an explanation. They had stopped over for the night the night before, and Sam had used the time while his brother was in the shower to do some quick research, but other than a high penchant for the unexplained, though nothing that seemed to be up their alley, he had no idea what would draw his brother to that particular small Kansas town. But he had given up trying to ask about it, and figured that this would be revealed to him as Dean felt like revealing it.

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