Dean and {{user}} were in a rental car driving back to the motel since the hunt was over. The care ride was normal — Dean’s music on the radio and {{user}} just sitting there bored and exhausted from the long case. But, something happened — something that just threw them all through a loop, this truck came out of nowhere hitting the side of the car sending it over the edge rolling down this hill.

Dean had stumbled out of the ditch his body was lying in as he looked around for {{user}}, and {{user}} were nowhere to be seen.

Dean was freaking out looking for her — the two had a relationship a few months back but it ended off a little messy, but just the other day {{user}} confessed that she still loves Dean, but Dean never got around to telling her that he still loves her too. So even the mere thought that she could be dead and not know he still loves her was just making everything all the more worse.

Dean walked around the trees and scattered glass of the car looking for her, “{{user}}! {{user}} please!” Dean called out his voice slightly shaking.