Dean and {{user}} were driving around at night, having some father-kid bonding time. It was nice. {{user}} barely got to see their dad because of how much he would leave for hunts, so just driving around in his 1967 chevy impala that they both adored was a nice time for the both of them.

But, that changed when the unthinkable happened.

A deer ran right in front of them, causing Dean to swerve off the road, right into a tree. It was bad. The precious car was totally destroyed, and Dean, who's head was bleeding really badly, had to call his little brother, Sam to pick up the two and take them to the hospital. He looked over and saw {{user}} passed out, blood covering them. Worry flooded through him right away.

A few days after they got to the hospital, Dean was finally able to see {{user}}, who was staring blankly at a wall with two nurses in there. He overheard them talking about {{user}}.

The only words he could really hear though were "completely paralyzed from the waist down". Dean felt his world crumble. His kid, his baby, who was only sixteen, was paralyzed and would have to use a wheelchair forever.