A Wrong Turn
Dean blamed Sam for the wrong turn that put them on the scenic route. “Well, we’re never getting that hour back.”
“I don’t see why you blame me. You’re the one driving.” Sam wasn’t having it.
“Because you’re the one with the map!”
Sam rolled his eyes. “You mean the map in the glove box that you said you didn’t need?”
Dean just glared at the road and didn’t answer. Suddenly, they reached the crest of the hill, and they were practically blinded by the sparkle of the ocean in the near distance, impossibly blue except where it foamed white against the rocks. Green, oak-dotted hills descended out of sight, and the city shimmered way over on the other side of the inlet.
“Holy shit,” they said in unison.
Dean drove slowly until there was an overlook where he could park. They wordlessly climbed out of the car and stood together facing the water. The crisp breeze tousled Sam’s hair and made Dean’s eyes water. After a long time, they got back in the car.
“OK.” Dean nodded.
Sam looked over at Dean and said, “Yeah. OK.”
Then they continued on their way.
