It started as a normal day for Dean Winchester, or as normal as a day for a police officer could be. He was just about to leave the house of him and his girlfriend, Lisa, when he got a phone call from the police station.
There had been a store robbery on the other side of the city and he was supposed to drive there immediately to start the investigation. So he grabbed the car keys for his Chevy Impala, his 'baby' as he liked to call it, and stepped outside.
It was pouring down, so he quickly sprinted the short distance across the driveway. As he sat in the car he quickly turned the heater on, because it was the last days of autumn and the first signs of winter were already appearing. This was also the reason why it was still quite dark outside, beside being 9 AM in the morning. The dark clouds swirled across the sky and the heavy rain drops drumming on his windshield didn't improve the sight. Dean sighed as he watched the rain drops, the drive into town would be really annoying. They lived in a rural area and only a small windy road connected it to town. Even when the weather was good, it was not an easy drive.
With another sigh Dean started the motor and turned the Metallica cassette on, realizing he would be late for work if he tried to wait until the weather cleared. The Impala's headlights illuminated the street in front of him and Dean could see all the puddles reflecting the light, which had already started forming on the street. As he hummed to the music, he drove around the sharp corners which made up the street, when suddenly lights appeared on his right side and a loud horn could be heard.
The next thing he knew there was a deafening crash and pain, which shot through his whole body and then only darkness…