What if they had a flat tire on the way to the job?
Sam and Dean were on the way to their latest hunt, a highway haunted by two ghosts. Sam was driving and Dean was getting some sleep. Suddenly, he was jerked awake. "What happened?" he asked, bolting upright.
"I drove over something. I think we got a flat," Sam answered as he came to stop after swerving, quite a bit.
Dean rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wondered why ever let Sammy drive his baby. "You get the flat, you change it," Dean said.
"Fine, come hold the flashlight," Sam said.
They got out and headed back to the trunk. Sam dragged out the jack and the spare and started to change the tire. Dean rolled his eyes again. "This is going to take forever. Just let me do it." How did Sam get to be so useless around cars? Dean wondered. It's like he didn't learn anything from Dad.
Sam huffed and stood up and Dean bent down to do it. Suddenly it was dark. "Sam, can't you even hold the flashlight, right?" he asked, angrily. Getting no response, he got up and turned around. Sam was surrounded by six people. No, not people, Dean realized. He recognized a couple of them. They were the vampires from whom they had stolen the Colt. Dean reached into the still open trunk and grabbed a machete.
"Are you going to chop all of our heads off?" the head woman vampire asked. What was her name again? Kate, he remembered.
"That's the plan," Dean answered.
"Why don't you put that down before you hurt yourself," Kate suggested.
"I don't think so. Why don't you guys just take off before I hurt you," Dean countered.
"Let's see what was it Luther did before?" Kate asked the group at large.
"I remember," one of them said and pulled Sam to him and looped his arm around his throat. "Drop the blade, or I break his neck," he said as he tightened his grip.
"Yes, that's right," Kate said.
Dean put the machete on the ground and raised his hands up to show he was no threat.
"Back away from it," Kate ordered.
Dean took a couple of steps back. "Now, what?" he asked.
"We want our gun back," Kate said.
"We don't have it anymore," Dean said.
"You expect me to believe that? Where's the other one?"
"He's dead," Dean said, knowing she meant their father.
"Why don't you cut off a little more air?" Kate said to the vampire holding Sam. He smiled evilly and tightened his grip on Sam's throat even more and Sam started gasping, thinking he would never get enough air again.
"Stop, please!" Dean yelled. "He's dead."
"Then I guess we'll take our revenge out on him," Kate said and Dean heard the sickening snap of bone.
"NOOOOOO," he screamed, and started running to Sam.