A/N: Just something I'd written and had kicking around on my computer... It's not happy...
Sam watched in horror as the black car slowly approached, its tires quietly rolling over the gravel, almost as if the car was tiptoeing; sneaking up on its prey. He struggled against his bonds, trying to yell a warning through the gag in his mouth.
But Dean's focus was on him alone. Sammy was the only thing that mattered. Once he was safe, then he'd deal with whatever sonofabitch did this.
So Dean didn't hear the gravel flying when the car made its move and accelerated. He didn't feel the impact against the back of his legs when it hit. He did, though, feel it when the breath left his lungs as he made impact with the car's windshield. He did feel it as he landed roughly and rolled onto the ground. And he did hear the rumble of the vehicle as it turned around and came to a stop next to him and cut its engine.
Dean's world came crashing down then as the one constant in his life, the one place betrayal should never have had a name, stood. He looked up at his beloved, driverless Impala, and wept.