A/N: Umm, here's the thing; I felt that my other story, which I'm going to update soon; is kinda really dark. So, this one is full of comfort, even though hurt must come first for the comfort to mean something! Anyway, it's not so dark! ;)

Hope you enjoy reading it and share your thoughts with me. ;)

Contains no spoilers.

I wanted this story to be just a one-shot but since it got out of hand, it became a three chapter story!

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It was nothing like it is in the movies.

In the movies, you usually can say when things are going to get ugly.

In the movies, when an accident is about to happen, you see both -or more- sides of the accidents and you see that the truck driver either falls asleep behind the wheel or drops his stupid cellphone and bents down to grab it and that's when you know something bad is going to happen.

In the movies, usually just the truck driver is at fault and the truck is always coming from the opposite side of the road, unless the accident is bound to happen at an intersection, in which case the truck driver causes a wreak havoc by running a red light.

In the movies, the truck driver doesn't simply forget he's not the only one on the road and he sure doesn't suddenly put his foot on the brake pedal just because he's remembered that he's left his very stupid, very cheap watch in the diner.

In the movies, the driver of the other car involved in the accident is usually totally innocent; he or she is always just a victim and if they're the main characters, lots of drama will be involved, as well.

In the movies, those innocent drivers don't drive way too fast because they're mad at their passenger. They're innocent, remember?

In the movies, they see it when the accident is going to happen; they're just unable to avoid it.

In the movies, they do realize when the road is blocked, so they don't push harder on the accelerator and they sure don't ignore the passenger's warning shouts.

In the movies, when the accidents happen, there's always a witness, someone to call 911.

In the movies, moments after the horrific incident, the truck driver doesn't just ignore the whole thing and flee the scene of accident.

And finally, in the movies, the main character involved in the accident loses consciousness and wakes up very slowly, feeling groggy and wondering what has happened. They never jolt awake to find themselves in the passenger seat of their beloved car, with two rebars protruding out of their body; one out of their chest and another out of their stomach. They don't find themselves alone in the middle of the road with no one around and they do have the driver to help them out of the Oh-So-FUBAR situation.

So, it was nothing, absolutely nothing like it is in the movies when that accident happened.

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The truck driver, the same one who had remembered his cheap watch and so had stopped in the middle of the road, causing the accident; took one look in the rare view mirror and horrified of what his sudden stop had caused, fled the scene.

Sam, who'd been behind the wheel and was mad at Dean for being bossy again and for telling him how bad they needed a break, didn't realize when the truck stopped in the middle of the road and despite Dean's angry and frightened shouts, he pushed harder on the accelerator, adding to the seriousness of the accident.

He hit his head on the wheel, lost conscious and broke a rib and his right arm on impact. Less than two minutes later, when he opened his eyes, the truck was gone and they were all alone.

Pushing the door open, he got out of the car and stumbled a few feet away to take a look at the Impala, knowing that Dean would most definitely kill him for destroying his car and man, the hood was damaged, and the windshield looked-

The car... Dean's car... Dean.

Sam's eyes widened as he remembered that he wasn't alone in the car.

Rushing to the passenger side, he came to an abrupt halt when he noticed Dean's condition. Turning around, he came to his knees and lost the contents of his stomach on the side of the road.

He was pretty sure that his brother was dead. And it was his fault. Literally his fault, this time; because there were no traces of any supernatural-being around. -He could only hope and assume that the truck driver had not been possessed. - They were in the middle of nowhere and involved in a stupid friggin' car accident.

That wasn't fair.

All because he'd been angry and hadn't paid any attention to the road.

If he hadn't dealt with Dean in a worst condition, namely, being chewed and ripped apart by the hellhounds; Sam could never get a grip and check his brother for signs of life which fortunately were there. Dean had a pulse and although it was shallow and ragged, he was breathing.

Keeping his right arm as immobile as possible, Sam fished around in his pockets and pulled out his cellphone with his left hand and groaned when it jarred his broken and bruised ribs.

Checking the phone for a signal, he cursed out loud when he didn't find any, but of course there wouldn't be any signal. The fact that Dean hadn't instantly died with those two rebars in his chest was beyond their usual luck and wanting something like a cellphone signal was obviously too much to ask.

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In the movies, people know that they shouldn't leave the scene of accident, at least not without informing the one pinned down and in the movies they know that they should somehow stabilize the rebars and slow down bleeding as much as possible. But then again, in the movies, people don't have a real concussion and they're not in real mind-numbing pain that would block any logical thoughts.

So, Sam being in pain and concussed, forgot about all those vital things and set off at a jog down the road, hoping to get phone signal or find a passer-by to help them. At that moment, it didn't matter how many times he'd dealt with precarious situations in the past; you could never say what a concussion and a lot of stress could do to someone.

Those were the reasons why when Dean suddenly jolted awake, he found himself all alone.

Not for the rebars pinning him to seat, he would've thrown himself out of the car to throw up his guts.

You'd think after seeing so many gory things throughout his life, Dean would be immune to something like that, but the truth is nothing can prepare you to look down at yourself and find two metal poles sticking out of your chest. That was a scene worth feeling sick to stomach.
But either for the sense of being pinned or just because he was trained and experienced, Dean managed to swallow down the bile that was rising in his throat. Of course, it could be just because he abhorred the mere idea of puking on himself and risking a nasty infection on top of the awful stench and unpleasant view of being covered in his own puke.

Turning his head as far as he could without jarring his injuries, he tried to look out of the driver's side open door to locate Sam.

There were no signs of Sam and Dean didn't like the blood stains on the side window.

"Sa-" he tried to yell his brother's name, but the name got caught in his throat as pain hit him full force.

Squeezing his eyes shot, he willed the pain to subside, even if only a little bit so he could call out his brother's name.

After several long seconds -or maybe minutes? -, he finally managed to calm down his breathing and try again. His voice was barely above a whisper at first, but after a couple of tries, he called for Sam loud enough that if Sam was anywhere near the car, he would've heard him.

The thing is Sam wasn't around and that really worried Dean. The worst possible scenarios rushed to his mind and no matter how hard he tried, one of those annoying thoughts wouldn't go away; 'What if Sam was taken?'

I mean, what would you think if you were a hunter and woke up after a car crash, only to find the other vehicle gone, along with your brother?

Both the driver door and the passenger one were open and Dean in his effort to come up with something to fill in the blanks in his memory, thought that whoever had taken Sam, must've tried to take him, too, only to find him pinned to seat. They probably had thought that he was either dead or would die shortly, which was another grim thought that Dean was trying to avoid. Dying wasn't an option. He had to find Sam and he had to do it fast.

Hoping that the rebars hadn't gone too far inside, he reached to grab one with shaking hands.

He knew full well what a horrible idea it was to pull the metal pole out; he could very well bleed to death or cause some severe damage, but his thoughts were jumbled and his priority was Sam.

Looking down at himself, he reluctantly decided to pull out the rebar in his stomach, first. That one didn't seem, or rather feel, to have gone too far after entering his body. So, clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he pulled the rebar with both hands.

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An ear-bleeding scream left the car and filled the whole area, sending every other creature into a dreadful silence.

A couple of miles away, Sam stopped in his track and shock filled his eyes as he looked back up the road where he'd left the car.

That was... Was that Dean?

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... TBC ...

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A/N: I'd love to know what you think! :)

Sorry for any mistakes.

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