Setting : Takes place at the beginning of season two.
Story outline: A drive in a storm brings danger and disaster in the form of a car crash.
Warnings: The usual swearing.
Disclaimers: I don't own any Supernatural characters and make no money from this story.
Authors note: Places and people used are references only. Any additional characters are based on the writer's imagination. All details are fictional. Unrelated to any of my other stories. References to season 1.
Just a short one but stay buckled in. Hurt Sam and Dean aplenty.
Thanks to rascalflattsgurl43 for the beta on this.

Two wheels

Chapter One: Big brother behind the wheel

"For god's sake, Dean. The car is on two wheels!" Exclaimed Sam Winchester to his older brother Dean behind the wheel.
"Come on, Sam. Two wheels my ass!"
"I swear, Dean. You are trying to get us killed."
"We are not even going the posted limit Sammy."
"It's Sam and you have to take in to consideration the condition of the road."
The car banged as it bottomed out in a pothole as if to prove Sam's point.
"The fact that the weather is flooding like the ark is around here somewhere and it's the dead of night…"

Dean leaned forward and turned the knob of an empty space in the dashboard.
"Sorry, Sammy. I can't hear you. Or I wouldn't hear you if this piece of shit had a radio."
"Don't give Bobby's car shit. We are lucky to have it."
"We would be driving my baby if that rock hadn't flown up and killed the radiator. Stupid rock." Dean grizzled. "Besides even Bobby called this a piece of shit."

Sam looked around at the car which was clearly a wreck. Half the dashboard was missing as well as the covers from three doors. The back seat was so worn there were tuffs of upholstery sticking through. There was one window crank on each of the doors but he knew only one actually rolled down. They hadn't even been able to put their bags in the trunk. It had a dent in it so big that it wouldn't open. There was so much wrong with the car Sam wasn't sure how it was running.

Sam scrubbed a hand over his face. "At least its running I guess."
"Don't speak too soon." Dean grumbled.
"Well the jobs done and we can go get her after we pick Bobby up. How far?"
"Forty miles."
"Cool. Just keep the speed down Andretti."
"Ha! Sure."

Dean chances a quick look at Sam and can see him holding the door and dashboard in a death grip. Dean flies around the corner of the next sand and gravel one lane road, then takes his foot slightly off the pedal. He is not worried about his driving skills but he doesn't want Sam scared either. It's part of his code as big brother. A small scare is okay. Scared is not.
"I don't know what you're worried about. I've never actually had an accident, ever. And I'm talking about me behind the wheel." Dean threw in as he saw Sam about to protest.
"I guess you're right. Jesus Dean, how are you seeing where you are going?"

Sam was momentarily blinded by the bright light of lightning lighting up the dark night sky but Dean didn't falter as he took the sandy corner.
"Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, Sammy."
"You gotta be tired, Dean. You've been up for three days without a break and you have a concussion. It must be my turn to drive."
"Keep your panties on Sam, I'm cool."
"I can see you blinking away over there Dean. You don't want to crash do you?"

Dean flicked his eyes at Sam with a scowl telling Sam he was hitting below the belt. "I'm fine Sam."
"My turn, Dean."
"What are you a baby?"
"No, but you've driven all the way so far."
"You sound like a really bad seventy's song. How about next time we hit asphalt you can drive?"
"Deal. Just make sure you find some soon."

Dean wooshed around another corner spraying water and mud up on both sides of the car.
"What's the problem Sammy? It's just water."
"Yeah sure, Dean. It's just water. You say it like you can drive in water."
"I can. Did I ever tell you I drove a sub once?"
Dean decided to take Sam's mind off the very stormy conditions which was making it harder to keep the car on the road despite his driving skills.

He was feeling kind of tired as well because Sam was cold and had the heater on and his window didn't wind down. Closing the vents on his side had not helped much. Surprisingly the heater worked extremely well for such a heap of crap. He was also very aware that Sam would be thinking of a certain accident not that long ago. Distraction was the key.
"A sub? As in submarine?"
"Yeah. Dad and I did a hunt in Groton, Connecticut. We saved this guy from an evil spirit. He happened to be a commanding officer on one of the subs and offered to sneak us in for a look. Dad chickened out that's how I found out he was claustrophobic. Mark took me down and even let me dive the thing. "
"A real sub?"
"Well it was one of those small ones, an attack sub I think. Still it's a sub. I can ride a jet ski if that counts."
"You're ridden a jet ski?"
"Not much different than a snowmobile."

TBC

This is a finished story with the beta job done and ready for a quick post. More to come soon!