"Quick, get me a wrench, your shoelace and…" Dean wiped the sweat from his worried brow, "some gum!"
After a look of utter confusion, Sam ran to the back of the Impala and grabbed the items. Time was running out and if Dean didn't pull this one out of his ass, both brothers would be meeting their maker very soon.
The timer clicked the last seconds of their life down as Dean worked furiously with the tools he'd been given. An approaching storm heralded its coming with a thunderclap.
5….
"Come on, hurry!" Sam cried.
4…..
Sam bit his nail, watching his brother fasten and bolt, tying and clipping.
3…
2…
"Dean!"
1….
Snap.
The timer froze and Dean and Sam breathed a joint sigh of relief.
Crossing his arms triumphantly, Dean smirked at his baffled younger sibling, "Just call me MacGuyver."