Dean had been driving in his 1967 Chevy Impala, you in the passenger side smiling happy that the hunt went smoother than you both originally planned.

Next thing you know the Impala collided with another vehicle.

"Where the hell is she?!" You awoke to the sound of Dean yelling, you were attached to a machine lying in a hospital bed. Dean came walking in his own hospital gown, he was bruised and had some cuts on his face.