"Ditch," Sam said weakly.
"What?"
"Ditch."
Sam had gotten tossed around quite a bit
on the hunt, so Dean thought he was
delirious. That is until he took his eyes off
his brother and looked at the road they were
currently speeding down.
"Shit!"
The impala was headed for a ditch.
Dean tried, but couldn't miss it. If that
weren't bad enough, it had rained.
"Damn it! I just got her detailed!"
Dean stepped out of the car and surveyed
the damage. He got back in and informed Sam,
"She's okay, just muddy."
"She's okay. Great. Can you get me to the hotel
and stitch me up now? Because I am not okay."
"Geez, Sammy. Such a whiner."
A/N: okay couple of things here, i'm gonna have to
post a little bit early for the next couple of weeks due
to work, this will happen again in a few months. i'll
try to hit sunday mornings or late evenings if i can.
also-thanks for all the great reviews!
