disclaimer: as always, don't own them.

"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!