The truck rams into the side of the car.

Your side.

You feel bones snap—fuck, were you dreaming? Or were you being attacked by those godforsaken demons again.

Trying to lift your wrist, it’s pained, a sharp shooting pain runs from your thumb right to your forearm—no, you couldn’t be dead, Sam and Dean were here, and so was John.

Were they dead?

Concern shoots through your body, barely able to move as the truck drivers feet plant firmly on the ground, heading over to Sam’s side of the car, shit, what could you do? Nothing.

Sam lifts his head slightly, blood running down out of his nose and through the cut over the bridge of the nose, another one snagging down the side of his face.

He grips the colt, the ones the demons had been looking for—especially yellow eyes. Who had killed Mary and Jess.

And recently you just learned Sam had been ring shopping for Jess, if she hadn’t of died he would’ve married her.

And it sends a pit in your stomach.

The demon rips the car door off, Sam holding the gun up.

“You come any closer and I swear to God I will kill you.”

Sam speaks, a whine in his voice as he struggles to make words, the impact affecting all four of you, clearly. The whine barely slips from his throat before the demon emerges out of the man, leaving his body as he collapses to the ground.