Dean sighed, the black impala tearing down the road as the rain beat down on the pavement. He looked destroyed, exhausted, and half dead. His cheeks were hollowed, his eyes dark, his mind fading fast. He sang along loudly with the music, trying his hardest to focus through the night, rain, and wind.
He drove for hours, but jerked the wheel when he felt his head nodding off. That was when all hell broke loose. The car careened off the road, the hood smashing into a tree, causing Dean to jerk forward and smash his face into the airbag, cracking a rib and his wrist. He blacked out.
When he woke up, he was coughing. Smoke was filling his lungs and the hood was on fire. “NO BABY!” He yelled, scrambling out of the car, grabbing his phones and papers from the glove box and dropping them in a backpack. He stumbled as he opened his canteen, pouring all his water on the hood, extinguishing the flames. He grabbed the demon knife, holy water, and angel blade, and wandered back up to the road. A few feet from the road, he collapsed again, his conscious fading to black.