Author's Notes: I'm still fairly new to writing Supernatural fics. I hope this is alright. It's meant to be a bit funny. It's much more lighter than my first fic I posted. Don't mind any errors, I tend to re-read my fics and fix them as I find them later.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. And if I did Sam would be Soulless, Dean would be Demon and Castiel would stay Castiel cus you can't change perfection.
The Log Truck
After some arguing with Sam about taking a lonely stretch of highway than taking the freeway, Dean finally won. He didn't want to take the freeway because he really wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet without other traffic or horns blearing or even traffic jams. He just wanted to rock out to his music and enjoy his brother's company.
There was the random car here or there. And a random cop who had nothing better to do than stake out the near empty highway. Luckily Dean's internal Cop-Radar clicked on and he slowed down. And it's a good thing he did because off a side road, a truck turned on to the main highway, in front of Dean.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean said as he pressed the breaks a little hard, "I'm sorry, Baby." He cooed to the car. Sam just rolled his eyes, shifted a bit and tried to get a nap in.
The drive went well for about five minutes, then Dean saw what the truck was hauling and his green eyes went wide, "oh HELL no!" He yelled, jolting Sam awake.
"What the hell, Dean?" Sam snapped, then saw what his brother was bitching about. Sam did a massive eye-roll. After all they've been through together: demons, angels, leviathans, Godstiel; Dean was having a panic attack over following a truck. Sam looked over at his brother and saw that Dean was actually having a hard time breathing and his hands were gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles as white as his face. "Dean, breath and pull over."
He could vaguely hear his brother and managed to do as he said. He parked the car over the side of the road to get his shit together. He can't believe this was happening. He had never had a panic attack before.
"Dude, just breath. Relax. It's fine." Sam said, trying to comfort his brother. It took about ten minutes but Dean finally got his breathing under control and regained his composure. Once his brother was going to be fine, Sam put on his bitch face, curled his lips into a smirk and said, "You shouldn't have watched Final Destination 2 last night."
"Shut up. Log trucks are scary." Dean said, "and this has nothing to do with Final Destination 2."
"More scary than a cat jumping out of a locker?" Sam couldn't resist.
"Shut up, bitch." Dean got back on the road after about ten more minutes and continued driving, but not fast because he didn't want to catch up to that log truck. He'd take on a gaggle of demons any day than drive behind one of those.
Fin.