Dean walked past the Impala, mouth falling open, and eyes wide with disbelief.
It was coated in mud, every last square inch, save the windshield, and had a huge dent above the left taillight.
Mad didn't even begin to explain how he felt.
He had trusted Sam to take care of his baby.
Hell, he had only been gone for two hours.
Dean took a deep breath through his nose and opened the motel door.
All was forgotten in that single breath though, as he saw his baby brother curled into a ball on the bed, bloody and broken.
"Sammy?"
