Kayla was sitting in the back seat with Dean. He was still unconscious but breathing, unsteady as it was. She held on to his hand, stroking his fingers with her thumb but didn't want to touch him further; she didn't want to do more damage. John and Sam were arguing in the front seats, of all the things to be worried about right now.
"I thought we saw eye to eye on this Sammy, I thought we agreed that killing this demon comes first before everything."
Sam glanced in the rearview mirror at his brother and a cold shudder ran through him. He still wasn't out of the woods. "No sir, not before everything."
Kayla sighed and gazed absently out the window. There was nothing they could do now except wait.
"Look, we've still got the colt. We've still got one bullet. So we start over, you know, we pick up the trail…"
That truck had to have come straight out of nowhere, by the time Kayla could even yell it was too late. "Sam look out!"
The semi didn't even slow down before impact, they all felt the pain of the jolt before they felt nothing at all.