The Wrecked Impala

Dean is driving to Bobby's when he and Sammy are in severe a car accident. Hurt/Scared!Sammy Hurt!ProtectiveDean Worried!Bobby Worried!John Angry!John Sweet!Caleb

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"Sammy come on!" Dean yelled out the window of the impala. He was itching to hit the road and Sam was taking his sweet time. Sam locked the motel behind him as he juggled his things from school.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Sam said irritated. He threw his books and bag in the back seat and jumped in the front next to Dean. Sam buckled his seat belt as he knew Dean was ready to speed.

"What took you so long?" Dean asked burning rubber as he sped out of the parking lot. He grinned as he saw the tire tracks in his rearview mirror.

"Just double checking under our beds and stuff. I couldn't find my Chemistry book." Sam said as he looked over his shoulder to double check. He saw it slid across the seat as Dean turned a tight corner.

"Chemistry?" Dean asked giving his brother a look.

"Yes and advanced English classes. I'm taking an extra English and math so they count as a college course."

"College class? What for? Isn't that just a waste of time?"

"It's just more challenging." Sam said quietly.

"Oh well of course you'd want that." Dean laughed, sensing Sam's sudden change in mood. Sam smiled and relaxed back in the leather seat.

"How long until we get to Uncle Bobby's?" Sam asked, closing his eyes and letting the sun beat down on him through the window. He sighed as he soaked in the rays of warmth.

"Maybe another half hour. Probably less." Dean said pressing a little harder on the gas. He grinned as he heard his baby purr under the pressure. It was midafternoon and the traffic down the highway was moving at a steady pace. Dean took his time weaving in and out of the slow-moving vehicles and enjoyed the thrill of driving. It had only been a little while since his eighteenth birthday and he was still excited every time he got behind his beloved car. It wasn't long until he would get off the highway and drive out to the country where Bobby lived.

"Any hunters nearby?" Sam asked quietly in his sleepy voice.

"Nope. Not that I know of at least." Dean said looking over at his younger brother. He would kill to see Sam this relaxed all the time. He knew the peace would end when Sam and John got in the same room. It wasn't like their whole life was fighting, but they sure knew how to cut deep. They knew the exact things to say to get on each other's nerves. It was why they were separated right now. One of their legendary fights had John storm off after some monster and he had yelled at Dean to watch out for Sammy as he slammed the hotel door.

"Then why are we on our way to Bobby's?" Sam asked, pulling Dean out of his clouded thoughts.

"You don't want to see Bobby?" Dean asked worried. It wasn't like Sam to be moody about going to their favorite Uncle's place.

"Of course I do, I just want to know what's up." Sam said. Dean relaxed and adjusted his rearview mirror.

"Dad is meeting us there. His last hunt with Caleb went well and just wants to regroup."

"Regroup?" Sam snorted.

"Apparently." Dean said, he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face at seeing Sam happy. Sam leaned up in his seat and changed the radio station. Some new age crappy music came on and Dean huffed. Dean took the exit to Bobby's house and guesstimated that they only had about ten or fifteen minutes left.

"No, no, no. You know the rules Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean said and changed the station back to a Led Zeppelin song. Dean picked up his phone as it began to ring and saw that it was John.

"Hey." Dean said.

"Dean where are you?" John asked impatiently in his gruff voice.

"Just got off the highway, headed your way. We'll be there in about ten minutes." Dean said.

"Hurry." John said and hung up.

"Yes sir." Dean muttered. He knew his father was in a bad mood and once Sam got around him somehow, someway there was going to be an argument.

"Damn I left my jacket in the backseat. Don't swerve the car Jerk." Sam said unbuckling and reaching for his jacket. Last time Sam had reached for something in the back seat, Dean had swerved the car all across the road. Sam had hit his head pretty hard last time on the window and had the bump to prove it. He didn't really think Dean would try that again since he had gotten hurt. He knew Dean still felt a little guilty about it.

"Come on Sam! You're all in my face bitch." Dean laughed.

"Got it!" Sam said and slid back into his seat. "I feel like taking a nap and this is the best pillow I have. For a minute I was afraid I'd left it-DEAN LOOK OUT!" Sam yelled as Dean looked back to the road. He had slowly veered across the oncoming lane and was headed for a tree. Dean tried to veer away from it and slammed down on the breaks. The tires skidded on the asphalt and the front of the impala crushed into the large oak tree. The impact crunching the impala's hood with a loud screech. Time slowed as glass shattered. Dean flew forward but was roughly brought to a halt as his seat belt collided with his chest. His head flew down and slammed against the steering wheel and he was instantly knocked unconscious.

Sam tried to throw up his arms to protect himself, but felt his head crack against the glass and then he knew nothing.

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