Note: This is my first fanfic. Yes I am new so please be dearies. I wrote it with a fever. So don't hate me please. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Alas I am too poor.
Warning: maybe some cursing if I feel like it (maybe not) NOT A DEATHFIC Otherwise nada cause I let others do the dirty work. :)
The sky was a continued grey and the rain seemed eternal. This was the third day of its non-stop and incessant pouring. It didn't bother Dean though. His dad and his brother's constant fighting had kinda spoiled the mood anyway. The grey sky and rain were welcome in his book. During the latest fight, Sam had gotten into their father's face about how he was wrong and Sam was right. Same old fight, different subject.
"So if you say so, you expect me and Dean to just do whatever you say without a word? I don't think so! I mean if you said break out of some camp in Siberia, trek through the cold, desert, and Himalayas, we should just do it? What do you take us for," Sam prodded at their father.
"Yes Sam. Ok! Jeez it's like talking to a three year old. Just do what I say, ok? Dean does. Why can't you," John rebutted.
It became increasingly often that they would just use him in their own arguments like he was just some noun that they could throw in each other's faces. No one bothered to ask what he thought anyway.
Then there was his dad's mention of the one thing that Dean never screwed up. Following orders.
About another fifteen minutes in, Dean decided he'd heard enough. So he got up and walked right out the door without looking back. They were both so intent on their bickering that no one had noticed he'd left.
He got in his Impala and drove. It was mind numbing and somewhat relaxing to grip the steering wheel and just go. AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' blasting through the car just making it that much better. Even though Dean wasn't the one fighting, his father and brother really drained his energy when they did. Driving his baby, though, made him feel like the energizer bunny.
It had to be late because there was a serious lack of cars on the usually busy road. The town was out of the way, but the scenic drive was a commonly driven path during the day. He checked his watch. It was two in the morning, which meant the fighting had been going on for at least an hour now. The only people out right now were the drunks and the reckless ones like him. Driving gave Dean a sense of freedom. He just needed to get away sometimes. Nothing would matter, just the open road.
His phone rang shrill and loud, piercing the tranquility of his thoughts. It was his dad, no doubt going to berate him for leaving without telling someone. Dean was surprised his father even noticed he was gone; let alone stopped arguing long enough with his brother to call. He wasn't twelve anymore. Dean didn't need to check in. He was twenty-four; a grown man, but he knew the dangers. His dad would always be concerned for their safety, just like a mother bear.
"Hello," he droned into the speaker, immediately skipping the pleasantries; his father probably wouldn't have taken that path anyway. He just really wasn't in the mood to be yelled at. John's marine like voice shouted into his ear and boy was he pissed. Just his luck. "Dean where are you! Come home right-"
There was a sudden flash of light and Dean slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The Ford pickup had been speeding at a ridiculous rate and smashed into the driver's side of the Impala.
With the added force of the impact and the present forward momentum, the car flipped and rolled over to the guard-rail. The rusted rail groaned with the extra strain. Then in the blink of an eye, it buckled and sent the classic car rolling down a steep cliff-like hill.
By the time the Impala (if it could be called that anymore) came to a standstill, the frame was twisted, every window was smashed, and there was the crackling sound of a dying engine.
"Dean? DEAN? Are you still there? What happened son? Are you ok? Talk to me," John's now panicked voice came through the cracked phone on the floor. There was a string of cursing in the distance and then John shouted, "Sam shut up and get your coat! We need to find your brother!" John hung up, feeling he had severed the last connection to his eldest. It was gonna be a long night.
Please review and tell me what you think. I have ideas for the next chap. but I would love some opinions. All criticism is welcome!