Title: 98 Problems

Author: PlatinumRoseLady

Disclaimer: Like if I owned Sam and Dean I'd be writing fic. I'd be exhausted… HAPPY, but exhausted.

Challenge: "Urgent"

Word Count: 100 words. Yay me.

Language Alert: A few bad words… and guess who says them.

Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.

Spoiler Alert: Set right before "99 Problems" – and I mean RIGHT before.

Can't tell which is louder in my ears – the sound of Baby's engine or my own heart pounding.

Feel so fucking stupid – they got the jump on us – should've seen it coming. One minute we're having a beer, now we're driving like mad, demons on our tail. And Sam's…

Sam's breathing is painful and urgent. The smell of blood fills the car.

If it wasn't for Sam I'd probably stop running.

At least I'd die fighting.

But I can't die yet.

Not with my brother bleeding next to me.

Not tonight.

We're gonna make you work for it, you bastards.