Disclaimer-Supernatural belongs Eric Kripke and the CW.

Warnings: Hurt Dean. Hurt Impala. Spoilers for my other Impala Series stories Dean's Daughter and Angels(Still in the planning stages).

Impala Series

1999

Six-year-old Kat Winchester sat silently in the back of the Impala reading a children's book her Uncle Sammy had gotten her at a yard sale in the last town they had been in. The little girl had her blonde hair in a ponytail and she looked adorable even if she was dressed in little boy's clothes. Her Dad had her dressed in camouflage pants, a Power Rangers T-shirt and little works boots that looked like the much bigger ones he wore. The boots she had picked out her self when they were shopping. The book in her lap was one about the various holidays, which she had heard about, but with the exception of a few she had never celebrated. She looked at the men in the front seat of her Dad's car. She could hear the faint lyrics of Motorhead coming from the radio. Her Daddy was driving and sitting in the passenger's seat was her teenage Uncle Sammy. He was looking down and Kat knew he had to be studying. He was always studying. "Daddy, why don't we celebrate Thanksgiving?"

Dean Winchester looked at his daughter in the rearview mirror. "Because it's a load of crock."

Sam suddenly looked over at his brother. "Don't tell her that."

"It's the truth. Whatever that books telling you don't believe it. The Pilgrims stole from the Indians. It wasn't a great big happy feast. The Pilgrims came to America to escape religious persecution. They were hypocrites and forced their religion on the people already here." Dean saw the shocked look on Sam's face. "Dude, Shut up."

"I'm just surprised." Sam went back to reading his textbook. "I mean you never graduated from High School. I just figured you didn't care about anything involving school."

"I did graduate. Just the prick that ran the High School wouldn't give me my diploma early, so I never got it. We had to leave town."

The little girl continued to listen to them talk and took in every word. Even the jerk and bitch comment they threw. "Daddy, Why don't we celebrate Easter?"

"Were not religious."

The little girl got confused and flipped to the part about the Easter bunny. "What does the Easter Bunny have to do with religion?"

Dean sighed in frustration. "Easter marks Jesus' resurrection. He came back on Easter Sunday and, Sam, would you stop looking at me like that! I'm not an idiot. As for the Easter Bunny if you want candy I'll get you candy."

"What about Halloween?"

Her Grandfather's truck passed them and beeped. Kat waved at it. Dean glanced at his Father and nodded. The truck was now driving in front of Dean's Impala. "We'll be stopping soon and I've already explained to you about Halloween."

"She just wants to be normal, Dean."

Dean shot his brother a look. "Sam, don't start."

"I don't want to be normal, Uncle Sammy." The Girl said with a giggle. "Normal kids are weird."

Dean smirked. "See, Sam. At least someone understands."

"Kat's six. She doesn't count." Sam closed his book. "Dean, your twenty. You should just take Kat and go somewhere away from Dad. Give her a normal life."

"Why don't we celebrate Christmas?"

"Jesus was born on Christmas. Again were not religious." Dean glanced in the rearview mirror, but he was checking the cars behind them and not his Daughter. He was a little fed up with this conversation. "Christmas was Grandma's favorite holiday." His brother's face had taken a bewildered look, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want Dean to stop talking. "We don't celebrate it because it's too hard on Grandpa. I remember before Mom died they had been planning a big party since it was Sam's first Christmas. In the years following Dad tried to do something on Christmas, but after awhile he just stopped. He couldn't take it anymore."

"Is that when you told me Santa wasn't real?"

Kat's eyes filled with tears. "Santa's not real!"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You haven't told her? Kat…"

"Sam." Dean's voice was a warning, but Sam didn't take it.

"Don't you think its weird you never get presents like other kids?"

Kat whipped her eyes on the Beast Wars blanket that was on the seat next to her. "I get presents. Daddy gets them for me. He says Santa asked him to get them because he was having a hard time getting to all the kids in the world."

Sam smiled. "Dean, you are such a softy."

"Bite me, Sam." They were passing through an intersection their Dad hit his breaks and Dean didn't have time to hit his before they smashed into the back of the truck. The front of the Impala smashed up and the windshield broke in on the two Winchester boys. Kat screamed, Sam felt him self press tightly against his seat belt, and Dean who was not wearing one slammed forward into the steering wheel. A second impact came from behind and this time the back window smashed and Dean was sent back in his seat, the back of his head smacking against the side of the open drivers window. His head came to rest on the open window. Kat was crying from the back seat. Dean wasn't moving, but Sam was glade the window had been down. Sam checked for Dean's pulse on his wrist and found one.

With that done the very tall teenager looked over the back seat. "Kat, are you alright?" From what he could see she had a cut on her face, but it didn't look too bad. "Stay in your seat belt. I'm coming back to get you." He turned his attention to Dean and saw a semi heading towards them on his brother's side. He thought he heard his Dad scream a warning, but than the semi hit the already crushed car and sent it sliding several feet before the passengers side hit a tree and crushed into it until the semi managed to stop.