Disclamor: I do not own supernatural, the boys or the impala. but what you dont recognize, yupz that mine.
Warning: language
Summary: Sam called out to him. "Um.., Dean, a little help here?" Dean looked back only to see Sam up against the window a gun to his head.
Sam and Dean were driving down another long road on their way back form a hunt. U simple hunts weren't something the boys ever came across, but this simple "salt and burn", really had been a simple salt and burn. For once both of them had walked out without a scratch. Sam was sleeping on in the passenger seat and Dean was driving a long tapping his fingers along with highway to hell. He had the volume low so that Sam didn't wake up, but looking at his brother now Dean just couldn't resist as a mischievous grin swept over his face.
"Highway to hell, I'm on the highway to hell" blasted through the speakers as dean turn the knob on the stereo to maximum volume. Sam woke up and his head jolted to look at his brother, expecting him to be singing along drumming on the wheel smiling that stupid grin of his. Yet when he saw his brother dean was staring intently at the road ahead, eyes squinting, trying to make out something on the road ahead.
Confused Sam looked to see a lump on the side of the road. It seemed too big to be a deer, he thought as Dean pulled the impala over.
"Oh shit, Sammy it's a girl" Dean yelled running over to the limp form that lay still and unmoving. Dean's eyes only widened when he looked at the girls face. "Becca?" he asked in disbelief. Sam came up to his side to see what all the commotion was about. Before his eyes, he saw Becky, Joshua's seventeen year old daughter. Or at least she had been seventeen, the last time he saw her was 4 years ago. This meant she was 21 now. Even with her face and hair a bloody mess, he could see just how beautiful she had grown up to be.
He thought in disbelief, this couldn't have been Becky. No Becky was the daughter of his father's friend Joshua who had beaten him up many a times when they were kids. Nope it couldn't be her. Becky was the snot nosed little girl in pigtails who had told him that eating dirt made you grow 2 feet over night when he was a kid. The sad part was he had believed her and looked up with a mouthful of mud, to see her and Dean doubled over on the floor laughing.
He let his mind wander asking a million questions until he saw Dean checking her over.
"What the matter with her?" he asked. When Dean didn't respond he asked again. "Dean?"
Broken wrist, her shoulders dislocated, it's pretty swollen. She bleeding from a cut on her head, but that doesn't look to deep; her ankle looks pretty swollen too. Dean reached under her jacket to feel for broken ribs. Once his hand reached her back he yelled through clenched teeth, "shit". Sam was about to ask what when he saw Deans hand, illuminated by the impala's headlights, red and sticky with blood.
"We've got to get her to the hospital" Sam stressed.
"Thanks Sam I knew you went to college for a reason" Dean muttered sarcastically. Alright let's go, I'll drive", Dean said, "we got to get there fast."
Once they had her loaded up in the backseat, Sam climbed in. after a couple minutes of dean cursing just about every car that was driving less than 20 mph above the speed limit, Sam called out to him. "Um.., Dean, a little help here?" Dean looked back only to see Sam up against the window a gun to his head.
"What the hell!?!?!!"
"Dean, Sam?" she asked, all the adrenaline slipping away reminding her of the pains all over her body, each competing for attention.
Her eyes started to close as she fought to stay conscious. "No, no, no stay awake Becca, come on stay awake" Dean pleaded.
"What happened" Sam asked her desperately.
"Poltergeist" she replied in disgust. "Stupid son of a…." her voice wandered as she slipped into unconsciousness.
"Come on Dean, hurry" Sam said, but looked up to see they were already speeding down the highway, Dean's foot pressing hard onto the pedal.
