Sam yawned and stretched in the passenger seat of the Impala.
"I'm going to try and sleep. Pull over when you get too tired." He muttered, Dean only half-nodded and carried on driving.
Just as Sam was falling asleep, a familiar guitar riff came on the radio.
'I never meant to be so bad to you,
One thing I said I would never do,
A look from you and I would fall from Grace
And that would wipe the smile right from my face,'
Sam hurtled upright, slamming his head on the roof of the car.
Dean looked over and started laughing.
"What day is it?"
"You weren't sleeping that long, Sammy. It's Tuesday."
Sam stared at his brother in horror, who stared right back at him.
By the time Sam remembered dean was driving, and that his face was gradually getting darker while Sam was squinting, it was too late.
The truck smashed into the driver's side, Sam could only watch as his brother's eyes widened as fragments of glass pierced his back and neck.
There was screaming, Sam later realised it was him.
A piece of truck broke off the chassis and speared Dean's chest.
Dean gagged, blood flooding over his lips and trickling down his front.
"Dean?! Dean!" Yelled Sam, shooting forward to try and help his brother, even though there was nothing to be done, only to be hindered by his seatbelt.
Dean raised a hand, clutching at Sam's front.
"Sammy."
"No, Dean! Cas! Cas, help. Gabriel please stop!" Sam screamed in anguish, he was hardly aware of the splinters of glass embedded in his face.
"Dean! Dean... I'm so sorry." His voice broke
'It was the heat of the moment,
Heat of the moment.
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes.'
"Shut up! Fuck you! Fuck you Gabriel!" He swung a fist at the radio, still playing its cheery song.
Sam ripped his seatbelt off and crawled over to his brother's broken side of the car, he cradled his body in his arms as the sirens came and took his brother away from him.