Chapter 1

Hey everyone! Now I know I promised this story for you guys and I will get right on it but first…DID ANYONE C LAST NIGHTS EPISODE! SO FRICKEN AWESOME! The funny thing was that Sam actually fell asleep at the wheel and I was like if he actually got hit, I woulda been pissed cause then I wouldn't have been able to write this story cause then that would be copying and it would just be boring so I was like 'whew!' when Sam woke up just in time to move the car outta the way! So, this story is from my brain and, now, a little bit from "Out with the Old," kinda but Sam looks like he was back in season 1 cause I like how he looks that way:). BTW I can't wait for next week's episode, can you?

Sam Winchester sat at his laptop yawning, as the bright light of the LED screen boring into his eyes- which he could barely keep open. He and Dean were at another crappy, stuffed up motel, and for some reason it was taking a toll on his health. He felt nauseous, fevered and most of all, tired, but he couldn't stop researching; he was just about done with his brother, because for about a week- which was a week too long- they had no strange reporting's of the supernatural. So that meant driving around together, eating together, and being in a number of motels together non-stop without a hunting break. They haven't gotten any space from each other whatsoever and it was killing the both of them. Sam was just about to murder Dean. Sam blinked away from the screen, adjusting to the semi-darkness and looked over to Dean who was currently snoring away on his bed. Sam scowled as he shook his head and returned his gaze back to the computer. He scrolled and clicked and scrolled some more; still nothing. What the hell! Where is the action? I'm going to murder my brother if we don't get another hunting gig. Sniffing and clearing his dry throat, Sam wiped his face in exhaustion and slammed the laptop shut. The loud gesture, thought, immediately woke Dean up, and Sam grinned evilly.

"Sam what the hell; why are you making so much noise? I'm trying to friggin' sleep, man!" Dean yelled angrily as he sat up.

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't trying to wake you up, I'll be more careful next time, Deany-baby," Sam said sarcastically, turning around to face his pissed off brother.

Dean clenched his jaw and he stood up angrily, making his way over to Sam and picking him up by the collar. "I swear to god, if you call me that one more time, I'll-"

"You'll do what, Dean? What will you do to your little brother?"

Dean huffed as he shoved his brother against the wall and turned away from him, rubbing a hand through his tussled, spiky hair.

"I swear to god, I going to fucking kill you if I have to spend another night with you," muttered Dean.

"What was that? Say it to my face and don't be a coward, Deany-" began Sam tauntingly.

"Don't! I warning you, if you say it, you're going to regret it."

"Bay-be-e-e."

"That's it!" Dean growled. He came at Sam at a surprisingly fast pace and in seconds, his clenched fist came in contact with his brother's jaw.

Sam's neck snapped back with impact, his hand reflectively shot up to his face and cradled the injury. Tears threatened to fall, but he didn't want to give Dean a chance to come up with a cheesy nickname for him either. Both he and his brother's breathing were heavy and laced with rage, staring daggers at one another. Sam clenched his throbbing jaw and looked at his brother for another moment. Dean stared back with, almost, challenging eyes, daring Sam to take a swing at him. He blinked rapidly, trying to rid the oncoming tears; who knew how hard it would be to hold them in. He had to leave; he needed fresh air before he did something he regretted.

Sam huffed, and snatched the Impala's keys from the table, heading for the door.

"And just where do you think you're going with my car?"

"Out. I need some fresh air."

"Like hell you are, you can walk, but there is no way in hell that you driving my car!"

"Oh, yeah? Watch me." Sam snarled. He made a beeline for the door and quickly slammed it in Dean's face before he could follow him. Sam bolted to the Impala, and shoved the keys into the ignition just in time to see his really pissed off brother swing open the door and start coming for him.

"Sam! You get your ass outta my car right now!"

Sam grinned mischievously and put the car in drive, quickly spinning around in the parking lot and stepped on the gas. In seconds, he was on the road, Dean attempting and failing to chase after him. Sam laughed as he turned a corner, but not before he saw Dean in the rearview mirror, flipping his middle finger at him. Rolling his eyes, he turned down the interstate and heaved a sigh. He just stole his brother's car, now he really didn't want to go back to the hotel; who knows what Dean has planned. Sam sighed again and shook his head, trying to keep himself alert. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, he was going back to his normal, tired and sick feeling self. He pressed on the gas, hoping the loud sound of the engine and the bumpy road would keep him awake, but it didn't work. He put turned the radio up to the max, but it just made his ears bleed, and remind him of his brother- who he really hated at the moment. Turning it off, Sam yawned loudly and his eyes began to droop miraculously. Why the hell did this have to happen now of all places? Every second he closed his eyes, Sam felt himself veer off to the right, causing him to jolt awake and get his hands back on the steering wheel. Maybe he should turn back. This was really dangerous.

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Dean was pissed with a capital 'P,' at his asshole of a brother. He just stole his fucking car; his precious car. Who knows what Sam would do to her. He shuddered at the thought, and shaking it out of his head. When Sam got back, he was going to murder the little bitch; Dean could not wait to get his hands on him. Instead of going inside, he sat on a little green bench near the entrance and waited. He would be right there when Sam came driving back in with a little smug smirk on his face. It would immediately be wiped off when he saw Dean, though; he was going to be scared out of his panties.

"I hope you die," muttered Dean to no one in particular, but directed it to Sam. He didn't really mean it, but he was infuriated like crazy and he was ready to kill anyone or anything. Dean took a deep breath and leaned back in the seat, crossing his arms tightly. Now all he had to do was wait.

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Sam had turned around to head back for the motel at a great speed; as much as he didn't want to and as much as he feared Dean right now, he had to go back and rest before he…before he…Sam jolted awake again, not even recalling that he'd closed his eyes. He was almost there, just a couple more miles to go and he would be safe; well somewhat safe, he'd still have to deal with Dean. Sam yawned and felt his eyes getting heavy once again; he couldn't hold on to consciousness any longer. His eyes closed and his hands slipped from the steering wheel and his head lolling to the side. He was so oblivious that he never even noticed that his car was veering into the other lane or that a blue semi was coming at full speed, blaring his horn. But it was unnoticed by Sam, he was already out cold; even if he did wake up. He was never going to move his car away in time, and the truck wasn't going to be able to stop fast enough. Sam and his life were finished. Maybe Dean should be more careful what he wishes for.

TBC.

Do you like it so far, well besides that Sam may or may not die? I was going to have him hit a tree, but in this story he's going like 45-50 mph and I watched a crash test dummy video and the tree literally almost sliced right through the car, and like I mentioned before, I don't do main character death fic's :) Well anyways, next chapter will be up soon, I just wanted to get this up before anyone else did something like it. :)