Disclaimer: Really? I would do a lot more to Sam if I did ;)
Second try!
Summery: When on a hunt, Sam and Dean believe they are in the clear, even after seriously pissing off a water demon. But when is trouble ever over for the Winchesters? A case in Nebraska would prove to have some startling results.
The Curious Case of Sam Winchester
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The outcome of the latest hunt had been that of unusual. Naturally, the brothers had seriously pissed off a water demon and had tried to destroy it in many rather irritating ways.
However, what was quite unusual, was that there had been no fight, no quarrel of any kind, but a quick exchange of words and then a poof. The demon had vanished, and in it's place a small royal blue vial.
Simply said it had been the easiest "defeat" the brother had ever encountered. They had, for a moment, questioned their victory, but then had simply taken the mysterious vial, and had taken off.
It had been a long day between the frustration of hunting the little thing down, and neither Sam nor Dean had the energy to question the results.
Some hunts were just simpler than others.
Or maybe they weren't?
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The impala sped soundlessly across the Nebraskan plain, the moon and the many stars alit the road ahead.
The two brothers sat together silently, utter exhaustion taking it's tool.
Sam sat in the passenger seat, a strewn in a rather odd position, that did not look comfortable. His eyes were opened, but it was questioned whether he was truly awake.
Dean was behind the wheel. He had been driving for four hours straight, working hard to find any place to turn in and pass out. There had been none, and his eyes were drooping, his stomach was gnawing, and gas was running low. It was enough to put him in a crappy mood.
In sight of this, Dean looked over at Sam who hadn't moved in the past hour or so. He couldn't stay awake on his own and his brother just looked so peaceful, too peaceful.
With one final attempt to keep himself awake, Dean knew he had had enough and reached for the radio, adjusting the volume until music played out at full blast.
Sam jerked forward, startled. He shot Dean an irritated yet still groggy look.
"Dean?!" He yelled. He reached for the button, only for Dean to smack his hand away. "What the Hell man?! Turn it down!"
Dean sat up straighter in his seat and yelled in order to be hear over the 'Eye of the Tiger' blaring, "No can do Sammy!" He smirked at his brothers annoyed expression and drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, singing along.
'Raising up to the challenge of our rivals'
Sam reached for the volume with one last futile attempt to save his hearing, and yet again received another sharp and painful slap. "Dean?!"
"You just touch her one more time," Dean threatened, with a look that said 'Just try'
Sam slumped back in his seat and huffed. You could never win with Dean when he was like this.
With nothing else to do, he pulled out the small blue vial and studied it intently.
The vial was small and brass, with an intricate pattern that ran along the side. Small words littered it's side, much to small to be made out, let alone read.
The dark blue liquid sloshed thickly inside.
Sam frowned slightly when his eyes caught something.
Dean lowered the music upon seeing his brothers expressions. "What is it now Sam?" He questioned, rather irritated.
Sam didn't look up, his eyes glued to the vial in his fingers. He peered into the mercky liquid working to make out what he saw.
"It can't be..."
"What is it? Sam, what are you going on about?" Dean insisted, he pulled his attention from the road ahead.
Sam made no move to respond. Instead, without another word, he twisted it open.
Dean's eyes flew open, "Sam what the Hell are you doing?! You..."
But it was too late.
There was a shout, a flash, and it was much too late when Dean turned his attention to the road because they were already off the ravine.
Dean's heart stopped as he reached blindly for his brother.
There was a crash. Then everything went dark.
