I have serious writer's block for 'The Runaways', so this is the cure. Below is a short one-shot of a Damon/Dean... impact... of some sort. :) Enjoy my lovelies. ;)

Damon sighed as he opened the front door to the Boarding House and walked inside, warm air hitting his cool skin as he tossed the keys on hallway the table. Dean stomped down the steps with Sam upon hearing his arrival.

Great, Damon grimaced. Just who I needed to see.

"Hey." Sam said as Dean waved. Dean smiled as he walked over to Damon and clapped a hand on his broad, tensed shoulder. "Guess what?"

"What?" Damon asked carefully as he prayed that it wasn't anything about the-

"I'm getting the Impala detailed!" Dean screeched like a school girl that was just asked out.

Damon sighed again. He had no idea how he was going to tell him about the-

"You can come..." Dean said as he walked past Damon and snatches up his keys. "If you want..." Not waiting for his answer, he was walked outside, with Damon hot on his trail.

"Wait, Dean! Don't! I'll take it. I'll-"

"WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO!" Dean screamed as he stared in horror at his once perfect '67 Impala. The few cardinals in nearby trees flew into the blue sky as the other animals ran to their homes. Dean's breathing became short gasps as he clamped a hand over his mouth. His wide eyes were locked on the unattractive dent in his beloved Impala. He slowly dropped his hand to his heart and hunched over as Sam appeared by his side and grabbed his arm, yelling his name.

"Dean? Dean! Dean! DEAN!"

Dean's wildly looked around as his chest heaved up and down in a frantic pattern. "I think... I think I'm going to have a heart attack."

"No, no, no, no you're not, Dean. Just breathe." Sam said as he helped his brother into a standing position.

Dean's breathe slowly evened out as he sighed and thanked Sam. He looked at the dent again before running up to Damon and letting his balled up hand make contact with Damon's cheek. "Ugh!" Dean grunted as his hand turned red and Damon's face snapped to the side. Sam sighed as he stepped back, letting to two men work out their differences.

"FIX MY CAR!" Dean screamed in Damon's face before stomping back to the Boarding House.

Sam and Damon looked at Dean's retreating back before the slammed the door and then, look at each other.

"Damon, how did you get his keys anyway? He doesn't even let me drive his car." Sam noticed after a moment of silence.

"Well, I never said I had his permission to drive it, now did I?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah... it's horrible(a little funny?), but let's write a review, shall we? Thanks for reading!