Disclaimer: Sadly Dean and Sam Winchester and the Impala are not mine. I only own my mistakes and don't even get paid for them. Gotta be honest I feel like I've said this before. Wait...yeah I did...huh. Well I certainly don't want to own twice as many mistakes!

A/N: Hey readers, I love reviews, even if they aren't full of fluff. Just don't throw them too hard at me...I bruise easily. I love reviews because they are very helpful and can help me decide what happens next.

Daytime TV Sucks and Snuggle Bears Are Evil

Sam and Dean were tending to a poltergeist in Washington. It was supposed to be easy. But like many things in the boys' lives, everything had to be on a severe level of difficulty. Just as they were finishing off the poltergeist, Dean was propelled across the room at an alarming speed, making an even more alarming thunk when his body hit the bookshelf. What was it with the bookshelves? Sam was left to finish off the poltergeist by himself before he could assess his brother's injuries.

"Hey Dean! Wake up man!" Sam rolled his brother over and saw blood rolling down his temple. Shit. He'd bet anything his brother was concussed. Probably had internal injuries also.

"Man, you gotta get up. I'm gonna have to take you to the hospital." That seemed to do it, his brother stirred.

Dean's brows furrowed as he heard his brother say the H-word. God, he hated that place. The fake insurance, the fugly mean nurses, the occasional catheters and the fact that his father died in one only weeks ago. The one place that people were brought to be saved and they couldn't save their father. Dean knew it was his fault his dad was dead, it didn't matter. He hated hospitals anyway.

"Open your eyes. Look at me Dean." For some reason Dean wouldn't open in his eyes. He began to toss and turn mumbling that he was blind.

He couldn't see Sam right that second because his eyes were closed…he thought. What if his eyes weren't closed?

"Let me see your eyes." Dean threw his hands over his eyes and began to freak out about something. Sam couldn't tell what, but he knew that if he didn't quit he'd give himself a heart-attack. He wished he could see his brother's hazel eyes, and then he'd know if he was alright.

He tried in earnest to open his eyes. Oh God! My eyes! I can't see. I'm really blind. How can I protect Sam if I am blind? Dean began to hyperventilate and blackness consumed him for the second time in ten minutes.

Very confused Sam sat a moment with his brother's head in his lap. What caused the panic-attack? He remembered when they were kids Dean would fight tooth and nail to stay out of the hospital, but this was just ridiculous. Mustering his strength, Sam picked his brother up in a fireman's hold, praying he was not causing any further injury or pain and carried him to the Impala.

Once the passed out sibling was safely inside the car, Sam got in to the driver's seat. Then he remembered he needed keys. He reached for Dean's jean pocket. Not there. The other had turned up with the same result. He had no other choice but to wake his sibling. If at all possible. He didn't like it when Dean was out cold, especially when he was concussed. But the man simply would not stir.

"Dean, wake up. I need your keys. Dean." Gently he tapped his brother's face a few times. He then grabbed Dean's hand and tugged it like he used to when they were children and Sam needed his big brother in the middle of the night or was just plain upset. Sam never knew he did this, it was just instinct. Little brother was scared and big brother needed to fix it.

Dean knew that feel tugging on his hand. It had been years since he'd felt it, but as an older brother, he was not allowed to forget these things. Just in case. He snapped back into his big brother mode. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking into almost exact mirrors of his own eyes. Sam's eyes.

"Sammy?"

"Thank God! I was worried-"

Dean frowned and cut him off. "I was blind."

"No Dean", he couldn't fight the smile tugging at his lips, "you had your hands over your eyes."

Dean looked like he was having trouble focusing.

"Say, Sammy? Is there a shape shifter in the car?"

Yup, Dean was definitely concussed. Sam needed to get him help, like as of ten minutes ago. He then remembered he needed keys to do that.

"Dean, your hurt pretty bad. I need to know what pocket your keys are in. We have to go to the hospital."

Dean cringed. There was that H-word again. Maybe he should wash Sammy's mouth out with soap when they got back to the motel.

"Keys?" Man, Sam just would not give it up. Dean thought a second. What jacket was he wearing? Oh yeah the one with like twenty hidden pockets.

"Dean, if you could just tell me which pocket-"

Dean began to laugh hard. He was unable to stop himself. It was just so damn funny! What pocket had he put his baby's keys in? He didn't know, but he was going to enjoy watching Sam try to find them.

Oh, God. He's lost it. He's gonna tell me to starting digging through his pockets and I'm gonna find something really gross.

His brother kept the weirdest things on his person. Sticky hand toys, which he used to smack Sam with when he was trying to rest and gum wrappers complete with already been chewed gum. Even objects covered in monster goop and never cleaned. Sam hated that, his brother was definitely the literal tense of a pig.

"Just start digging Sammy and watch the merchandise." Dean was coming back in full swing now. He had a little brother he had to protect.

"Is there- is there anything gross in your pockets dude?"

"Probably." Dean smiled. He loved messing with his kid brother like that. He was pretty sure the only things in his pockets were the keys, the EMF, and a compass.

Sam searched silently, finally finding the keys in the fifth pocket he searched. He started up the Impala and took off.

The Impala was glad Sam had found her keys; it was the only way she would work. She damned herself for having such a weakness. Dean never seemed to care though, weakness or no, he loved her. Loved her more than Dad ever did and more than Sam. The Winchester men had always done their utmost to take care of her. Giving her gas, washing her, even stroking her ego had become apart of her up keeping. After all the boys had done for her, the least she could do was give them rides to the places they needed to go.

Yeah she was in a wreck, but it wasn't the Winchesters' fault and yeah Dean had hit her. Like seventeen times, but who was counting anyway? He fixed her and she felt just like she did when she rolled off the lot all those years ago when Dad brought her home to meet Mom. He was a good man, Baby trusted him with her body, and soul, just like Sam did.

She knew the younger hunter was very worried about her owner. Baby was worried too. As much as she was a friend and a home to those boys, they were friends and home to her as well. She did not want her owner to be hurt or worse, die. With Sam's direction, the Impala let out a throaty roar and tore off down the road.