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This is just a random idea I had a few weeks ago and it hasn't gone away yet. I don't know what I'm going to do with this right now, maybe you guys could help me out with that! :) Its pretty short right now, but we'll see what happens. Enjoy!

Sam ran so fast he thought his legs would fall apart. His muscles screamed in protest, his lungs begged for air, his heart hammered wildly in his chest. But he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. He almost wished he hadn't been listening to the radio. The words ran through his mind once more.

"The cars appear to be a 1967 black chevrolet Impala and a silver Volvo C30 sport... the crash is completely blocking the road, backup needed to clear the traffic... one of the drivers is suspected to be dead, but ambulances have yet to confirm this... crash has occured on Highcliff Road... ambulances needed as soon as possible..."

Sam shoved the words out of his mind and concentrated on running. He skidded around a corner and into Highcliff Road, thanking whatever god there was that their motel hadn't been to far away from it. The flashing blue and red lights of the ambulance and police cars dropped weird patterns over the tarmac. The police had put up striped tape to keep the small crowd that was gathering away. The people were blocking his view of the crash, but he could see a small curl of smoke rising towards the sky.

Sa sprinted forwards, pushing people out of the way to get through. A policeman reached out to stop him as he reached the tape, blocking his view.

"Sorry sir, you can't-"

"No, you don't..." Sam's voice trailed off as some of the policemen and paramedics moved aside, and he caught sight of the Impala. The driver's door had been taken off, clearly displaying the inside. Sam's voice rose sharply. "Its my brother. That's my brother!"

"Alright, sir, calm down," the policeman said, lifting up the tape and waving him under. "Try not to panic."

Sam felt a wild urge to laugh as he scrambled under the tape. Try not to panic. What the hell kind of advice was that? The policeman reached out to take his arm but he pushed him roughly away and strode forwards. A young female paramedic came to meet him, catching at his jacket to slow him down. She was speaking, but he couldn't even hear her. He pulled free and ducked around the group of policemen to get to the car. He froze as he caught sight of his brother close up for the first time.

The Impala had slammed straight into the Volvo's side, and the front of it had been crushed inwards. The bonnet was wrinkled and the windscreen had shattered, leaving grains of glass over everything. The seatbelt had snapped with the whiplash, and Dean was lying over the steering wheel, his face turned towards them. Blood matted his hair and glistened wetly on his face, running from somewhere on his forehead. More blood ran from the corner of his mouth in a thin trickle. For a moment, he wasn't Sam's older brother who wasn't scared of anything. He was another person in Sam's messed up life who was about to die.

"Dean!" Sam felt the shout rip from his lips as he reached the car, crouching down beside it. "Dean, can you hear me? Bro? C'mon, Dean..."

"Can someone get him out of here?" a paramedic crouching in the back of the car asked irrirtably. A second paramedic sitting in the passenger seat nodded, her hand feeling along the back of Dean's neck.

"Spine seems okay, right arm is crushed," he was murmuring. "Severe concussion, could be a skull fracture..."

The fact that Dean wasn't dead rushed through Sam before the other words followed. "Skull fracture?" he repeated, his voice strangely shrill. "But he'll be okay, right? You can fix him up, you can help-"

"Sir, please come away from the car," a policewoman said firmly, pulling him backwards. "They need to get him out and you'll get in their way."

Sam slowly obeyed her. She led him to one of the police vans and sat him down on the hood of the car.

"How?" he managed. "How did... why..."

"He was veering out into the other lane, almost hit someone else. He swerved too hard. Has your brother had a history of drinking?"

"What? No, he was just out... talking to some friends." Sam leant to the side to see the car. They were beginning to lift Dean carefully out, sliding him onto a stretcher. Blood covered all of his right side. "Holy shit... how the hell... what the..."

"Alright, you're obviously in a lot of shock right now. They're going to take him to Rosewood Hospital. Will you be riding in the ambulance?"

Sam nodded mutely.

Okay, I know that this chapter was really short but I'm just trying out the idea at the moment. Don't even know whether I'll carry on or not, don't know if its good enough. Tell me what you think!

SUPRNTRAL LVR.