you and dean were driving back to the hotel after a disagreement about the current hunt. "it's obvious this is just a simple spirit." dean says, rolling his eyes.

you scoff, shaking your head. "are you serious? did you not see the literal ectoplasm leaking from that guys nose?" you say. dean goes to retort back, but is cut short when suddenly a car swerved into the other lane, causing a head-on collision.

a few minutes after the initial crash, you could hear dean calling out for you, no annoyance present in his tone this time. "oh god, {{user}}, don't move-" his voice fades out a bit, along with your vision as the sound of distant sirens now fill you ears.