Bunkered (Part 9 - Now) by frostygossamer

The sun rises to noon. Steam rises from the hood of the wreck. An hour passes. Dean needs to shift that hulk out of his entryway. Only it's outside. Maybe weeds will cover it eventually? It bothers him sitting there.

Back from a bathroom break, Dean notices something. The driver is no longer sprawled on the wheel. Agonized seconds changing camera angles locate the stiff laying in the shrubbery. Only he's not a stiff. He's moving, if feebly.

What's Dean supposed to do? Render first aid? Oh, sure.

He recalls his dad like yesterday, "You open this door for NOTHING."

TBC