Hey Peeps! Long time no see (read, whatever)! This is my first story in maybe 8-9 years. I can't really speak for if my writing has improved, but I'm feeling a lot more creative lately. Hence this little two-chapter story. I remember this year very well as a coastal child, and goodness was it terrifying, so I wanted to write something based around this major event.

Hope you all like this humbly, StillAwesome 3

Summary: Patience is a virtue, and a back road, a hurricane and flood warning, and traffic jam may prove why it is so. Sam is about 14 and Dean is 18.

Call it Winchester luck or call it the Winchester curse. John was finally allowing them to have a small break after a particularly nasty poltergeist hunt in coastal North Carolina, when a fucking hurricane warning and evacuation ruined the summer fun.

"Why?" sighed Dean looking out at the downpour of torrential rains. "So many hot chicks in thong bikinis were going to be on Topsail beach."

"You can stay if you want to Dean. Just you and Fran if you want." Sam giggled

John gave both of his sons a warning look. Usually Sam was the one whining about having to leave, not Dean. "Strange? I don't remember having another baby. Why is there so much whining in my car?" the patriarch joked.

The small family was current in a traffic jam trying the find the hurricane shelter so that they could ride out Hurricane Fran.

"How destructive can it really be, dad? They have hurricanes every year, yet they are acting like Lucifer is rising and the apocalypse is on the cusp of reality." Dean huffed, "I mean serious, every single store is sold out of water, bread, and canned food."

John rolled his eyes dramatically, "Dean, we can come back to the beach after the hurricane and clean up. After all, I don't have any hunts lined up and Sammy needs to start school soon."

"It's Sam." the younger teen interjected.

"Whatever," Dean quipped as he reached into the glove box for the map and started scanned for an alternative route. They'd been stuck in this evacuation mess for hours and hadn't gotten further than a couple of miles.

"You see any viable detours Ace?" John asked hopefully.

"Yeah….mmm, there will be a left turn followed by a hard right in about a quarter mile. Looks like a country road, but at least there won't be traffic lights, so maybe it'll be quicker."

They family waited patiently and took the turn at the intersection. Conveniently there weren't any traffic guards trying to herd them down the busy boulevard. "Son, how long should we drive on this road? John asked as they passed a 25MPH sign.

"About 15 miles. The road should end by the high school they've turned into a shelter."

John readjusted himself in his seat and pushed the gas pedal down a little more. What difference would going 45 in a 25 do if no one else was around to tell the tale?

The rain beat rhythmically on the surfaces on the car, "Reminds me of rain sticks" Dean said, "Who knew the sound was actually accurate?"

Rolling his eyes Sam bantered back, "It's called a rain stick, dickweed. What else would it sound like?"

"Sorry, we can't all be pleebs, doctor kill joy." Dean quipped.

"Jerk"

"Bitc-"Dean started before frantically changing topics, "Dad, there's a bridge ahead, can we make it? It's flooding."

Slowing down the car to a coast, "Well go through slowly, so we don't flood her engines." John responded as he carefully guided the impala through the flood waters.

"The school should only be a little farther if worse comes to worst." Dean said.

They could feel the water moving the car, but John maintained control.

That was until the engine started to stall. "Dad, what do we do?" whispered Sam, he was barely audible over the sound of the rain and rushing waters.

"Its okay, Dean will maneuver the car, and I will push. If we can make it to the other side, we can park the car and leave it until after the storm. Our safety is more important.

The wind whipped around his windbreaker as he tried his best not to lose his Sox cap or get blown away on his run to the boot of the car. "Dean are you ready? Put the car in neutral, and let's push on 3."

Dean slide across the bench, shifted the stick into neutral, and climbed halfway out the door in preparation to push and stir the car across the remainder of the flooded bridge. "1…2…3"

The oldest Winchesters grunted under the strain, heaving and pushing themselves through the 5 inches of water. It took a while, but they somehow managed to get the stalled car to the right shoulder of the road after escaping the bridge. "The water is still a little high here, but it should be fine for now." John said as he and Dean looked at the engine block.

"Should we grab our bags and start walking to the shelter?" Dean asked his father.

"Yeah, let's get them out." John said before yelling through the window to Sam, "Stay inside the car for a few minutes, we're going to grab the bags. I'm going to get your raincoat for you."

John watched as Sam leaned back against his seat and began to look over his book while he waited.

What happened next was of the freak kind of accident variety.

After John and Dean leaned into the trunk and pulled out the bags, John closed the boot and leaned against the car for leverage as he hefted the bags onto his shoulders. Faster than should have been possible, the car began to roll away with the propulsion of the water as a guide.

"SAMMY! Get out of the car, now!" John yelled as the car began to flow toward the river below the bridge.

John watched frantically as Sam tried and failed to open the rear door. He watched as his son fiddled with the locks in hopes that disengagement would free him from the impala.

"Dad" Dean whispered, "The safety locks are on." It was uncharacteristically and calmly reported, but then as if snapped out of his trance like shock Dean started yelling and running to the impala. "Dad, help! The child safety locks are on."

"Sammy! Front door! Go to the front door!" John screamed over the pounding rain.

He saw Dean opening the front door and reaching for his brother as Sam lithely and quickly climbed over the seat and tried to go from the passenger side to the driver's side of the car. But Winchester luck wasn't that kind.

Dean almost had him. When the shoulder of the road suddenly fell out from beneath the car, and the car door slammed into his outstretched hand. "No, no, no, no, no…."

John saw the car suddenly tip on its passenger side, forcing the driver's side door closed and blocking the passenger's door, sealing his baby boy in the car.

Dean saw an entirely different perspective than his dad, who was jogging towards him. He saw Sammy's head and body slam violently against the right side window. He saw a dazed brother not moving quick enough to save himself. And it threw Dean into a blind panic, "Sammy, move! Open the door!" Dean cried

I am going to stop there, but look foward to the next update