Title: Return
E/O: Kit
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Dean tossed the first aid kit aside, spitting curses. Damn thing only had a few kindergarten level pain killers and not much else. His hands would not stop shaking, even as he tried to take control. The cuts up his left arm were bleeding, and his shoulder was badly wrenched. The Impala's twisted metal frame had spit him and his brother out onto the pavement. Dean looked over at Sam, who was still not fully awake. Wind stirred up the broken glass. Sam's breath was shallow as the ground shook. Dean looked out towards the road. It was coming back.