*Disclaimer*
This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Supernatural fantasy horror television series, which is trademarked by the program creator Eric Kripke. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and Kate are characters created and owned by Eric Kripke, and I do not claim any ownership over them or of the world of Supernatural. The story and situation I am creating is a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe it to official story canon. Furthermore, this is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by Kripke. I am not profiting financially from the creation or publication of this story. Finally, I am grateful for Mr. Kripke for his wonderful story of Sam and Dean, for without his television series, my story would not exist.
It's a brisk, cool night and Dean and Sam are speeding down the road in Dean's pride and joy, the impala. They had just finished working a case involving the werewolf, Kate, who they let live after the hoopla of a previous case. Unfortunately, Kate had to kill her sister, Tasha, who's werewolf juice was too strong and dangerous for Kate to handle, so she stabbed her sister and left before Sam and Dean could confront her. In the car, Dean and Sam have just finished discussing their fight with the belligerent werewolves that night, and how they might not have been ready for such forthright action so soon after Dean's recovery from being a demon, and still bearing the Mark of Kane, and Sam's disastrous debacle with Lester. After a mild quibble, the boys agree that they jumped on the case too fast, and that they need to allow themselves to cope with everything they went through before fighting again.
Suddenly, Kate interrupts their brotherly talk by calling them. She knows she did the right thing by killing her sister, but she's still low-key pissed. Dean advises Kate that as long as she keeps her nose clean, they'd leave her alone.
Dean: See you around kid.
Kate: I sure as hell hope not.
Kate struts off, walking briskly on the side of the road. Suddenly, bright lights in the distance advance quickly towards her and before she can react, she is crushed by the fast-moving wheels of an impala.
Meanwhile, as Sam and Dean continue their peaceful night drive…
Thump thump, thump thump.
Dean: What was that, Sammy?
Sam: I don't know, Deanie Weanie.
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