Needless to say, I own nothing that you recognize. Actually, let's just say I owned the forest where Dean took John. That'll do.
Just a little piece of mine, written from ideas caused by a Supernaturally disturbed mind as I was RPG'ing on my website. Don't really know how happy I am with it yet. I might write a prequel and/or a sequel, depending on its popularity.
'What would have happened if John had died in the car accident at the end of Season One?'
"Ashes to Ashes"
The nauseating screech of damaged metal echoed as the car's wreckage rolled to a halt some distance away from the offending vehicle. Inside, all three of her patrons lay, unconscious from the impact of the collision, all three now fighting for his own life instead of only the one that had been critically injured before.
The words that the youngest had spoken of the hospital being "only ten minutes away" had been lost, now irrelevant and unimportant to any of them as their lives hung in the balance. In cold stillness of the night, the eldest brother was the first to wake from his cataleptic state, eyes opening slowly to reveal the disaster to him. With a sharp gasp, he moved his eyes upward to check on his brother and father. Sammy, although bloodied and unmoving, appeared to be alive and, as ironic as it might have sounded, safe. The eldest Winchester, on the other hand, appeared pale and even more so lifeless than the one jammed in beside him. Dean knew in an instant that he was dead, or at the least, very close to it.
Surprisingly, the back door of the Impala swung open easily, and, blinded by pain, Dean staggered out into the road. The pain in his chest and lungs increasing at every step, he slowly made his way around to his father side of the car.
Opening the front passenger's side door proved more of a challenge, but after struggling with it for a moment or so it finally sprung open, John's limp body slumping towards his youngest son. His mind still blank, the realization of the crash yet to sink in, Dean lifted his father's body from the car and laid him on the icy bitumen road. He slipped his fingers around John's wrist to feel for a pulse, but his efforts were not met with good news. John had died in the minuscule amount of time that it had taken Dean to lever the door open—and the eldest remaining Winchester knew what had to be done.
Trembling with shock, Dean wrapped his weakened arms around his father and hoisted his lifeless body onto his own shoulders, not sparing one look back at the wreckage as he walked away.