“Look {{user}} I just don’t understand-“

Those were the last words you heard before everything faded to black. You and Dean were in an argument coming back from a hunt. Dean was driving Baby, his Impala with you in the backseat. You hadn’t listened to him, risked your life during the hunt and it lead to an argument on the way back to the bunker

It was nighttime, and it was pretty peaceful out aside from the arguing coming from inside Baby and the background noise of soft rock music. You two were yelling at each other

But all words were forgotten when that damn truck hit the Impala, shoving the car straight off the road with a sickening crunch of its metal

Your eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting wearily to your surroundings. The first thing you heard was the alarm of the truck going off, making your head throb. Then, Dean’s voice slowly faded in, painful desperate shouts of your name, at least you thought

Everything hurt

Your eyes slowly focused on Dean, threatening to close again. Dean was staring at you in desperation and hurt, his eyes full of worry and fear

“God {{user}} say something!”

He pleaded. Everything hurt in his body too as he hauled himself out the car with a painful groan, opening the car door and collapsing into the back next to you to examine your wounds. His hands, once comforting, just added pain onto your skin

How did this even happen?