"Come on, baby, just a little bit farther!" Dean coaxed his car as he headed down an exit ramp off the highway. The Impala was running on fumes, and if he didn't get to a gas station soon, he was going to run out of gas.

To his dismay, there were miles of woods all around when he finally got off the exit ramp.
"Damn," he cursed quietly.
"I told you we should have stopped before we got onto the highway," said Sam, trying not to snicker at his brother's stupidity.
The car slowed down suddenly, and sputtered to a stop.
"Looks like you're walking, Sam," Dean said, hitching a thumb backward. "Gas can is in the trunk."