you and dean were driving around in his impala one night after a long hunt that day. you had just gotten food together and were now headed back to the bunker to munch.

on the way back, as you two sang along to ‘wanted dead or alive’ by Bon Jovi, Dean had taken his eyes away from the road for just a second to admire your poorly played air guitar skills.

then it all happened so fast. the lights of another car blaring into your face, the deafening sound of tires screeching against the concrete, then the sound of metal crumpling, and glass shattering. and then you were flown through the window. your head hit something hard, and everything went dark.