Still clinging onto a dying hope in saving his brother, Sam drives the Impala to a wooded area. He leaves the car running as he gets out and performs the ritual, spills his blood onto the ground.
Nothing.
Defeated, he gets back into the car.
The summer air turns chilly, his breaths turn to frozen vapours in front of his face. The body of the car trembles, and the world grows darker. Sam watches through the rearview mirror as a thick mist rolls up behind him.
He licks his dry lips as fear grips at his insides. This is suicidally stupid.
Get out and run far away from this place. He might not come after you.
As usual, he doesn't listen to himself. He slams his foot down on the accelerator, spitting dirt into the air, just as a large black stead jumps out of the mist behind him. The ground quakes as it lands.
The Impala hits 30. Sam's body tingles, and he doesn't know if it's from the adrenaline of his recklessness or that the world is falling to pieces beneath him.
The old car's engine rumbles as the trees flash by in a blur.
Why was he doing this? What was he going to get from it? This was him being stupid yet again.
Sam is about to check over his shoulder to see if he's being followed, when a movement catches the corner of his eye, and turns to look out the passengers' window. The horse is galloping through the forest, leaving trees and vegetation dead in it's wake. The animal snorts and huffs in exertion, it's red eyes glowing through the darkness.
Adrenaline has turned Sam's body to jelly and sporting a throbbing and bleeding left hand makes keeping the speeding Impala on the skinny and unpaved road difficult. Sam steals glances back-and-forth at the rider and his animal.
The black cloak billows out behind the rider. His hood never falling from his head.
Sam knows then why he did it. He still holds onto a sick need to be close to him. To know that a tiny part of him is still his big brother. Still up to beating his sorry ass at racing.
Their race will last just over a minute- until they get to the river- where Sam will bring the Impala to a stop and get out.
He'll watch as he brings the animal to a troth across the wooden bridge. Once on the other side, he'll turn around for one last look. They'll stare at one another, and neither of them will speak. Then he'll turn and be swallowed by the fog.
Leaving a broken and dead world behind him.
A/N: This was a take on 'if Dean took Death's place in return for being able to control the MoC'