Dean brought his foot off the gas, fingers tightening on the wheel as he pressed on the brakes, jerking back in his seat.

“Holy shit!”

He shouted, squinting his eyes, focussing on the figure curled up in a ball centred in the middle of a road. It was far out. He’s been driving through the mountains for the good part of an hour.

Dean threw himself out, slamming the Impalas door and rushing to crouch over your figure.