Author's Note: I envision this taking place during the current season. Who knows? Maybe with the next drabble we'll find out how and why Sam came to be where he is...


Magic Word?

by

Moviemom44

"You mothergrabbin' sonofabitch!"

Rivers of sweat poured down Dean's back, the muscles in his arms and neck bulging with the effort of turning the lug wrench. Or trying to.

"Come loose, dammit!" he hollered into the desert air.

The Impala's left front tire was as flat as the Texas landscape that stretched before him. Sam was in jail in El Paso, waiting for Dean to post his bail. And the freakin' nuts wouldn't friggin' budge.

Exhausted and desperate, he rested his forehead on Baby's fender and begged, "C'mon, darlin', Sammy needs me. Please."

On the next tug, the nut moved.