Word count….107, oops
E/O CHALLENGE: Drabble Word: Thermometer
Note: I feel Dean's pain.
There was something special about the desert, Route 66, Joshua trees, and the sun beating down on the back of your neck, while you cruised down the road, with Zeppelin on ten.
Dean open his eyes and sighed as he stared at the thermometer stuck to the wall by the motel room door. 'Freaking minus 43!'
'Its not going to get any warmer if you stare it.' Sam patted him on the shoulder with a smirk then smugly threw the door open. Wind howled in forcing him to take a step back as snow pelted him in the face. 'Well, maybe the gremlins can wait till tomorrow.'