Sam opened his eyes feeling Dean's weight on him. He groaned at the way he was pinned underneath. He had slide down on the seat, against the door when Dean swerved and now Dean's weight was pushing him in a more uncomfortable position. Remembering his vision, the blood on his hands, Oh my God, Dean! He pushed Dean carefully.

"Dude," Sam was both shocked and happy at the same time as Dean mumbled at him, "What the, something's wrong. Didn't I hear a crash?" Sam was puzzled at first and then realized, patting himself down and looking Dean over, that they weren't injured. In fact, the Impala was perfectly in tact and no damage.

"I heard one though," Dean cracked his back as he rolled to the drivers seat, "I know I did." Dean looked up and leaned forward in complete shock.

Sam, puzzled, followed his gaze, "What…" In front of the Impala was not only the on coming car but Annika's truck which must have plowed full speed into it's side, sending it off course. The speed of the impact had turned Annika's truck sideways, about 10 feet from the Impala. Sam heard the creek of Dean's door and watched as Dean slammed the door shut, his gun drawn. Dean ran over to the driver's side of Annika's truck. Sam got out and went over to Dean. This time he drew his gun.

Dean motioned him over, "Sam, c'mere. Dean had his gun aimed straight at Annika who was unconscious, slumped over the wheel. Sam walked over to Dean.

"Sam, open up the door and pull her out," Dean kept his aim. Sam pulled the door as hard as he could but it wouldn't budge. Sam decided to pull her through the non-existent window. He reached in and pulled her from under her arms, at her waist, sideways through the window. He laid her down on the ground and looked her over a bit. She had a gash along her head and a piece of the windshield had shattered, slicing into her stomach. Sam checked her pulse; it was beating faintly, "She's still alive." He looked down at his hands; blood covered them. Why the hell did I have a vision then? I couldn't stop it. Dean had just come back from looking at the totaled car; He left?

"Dude, something's up, there's no one in that car," He poked the side of Annika's driver seat. Sam inspected her over a bit until he saw something that caught his eye.

"Sam—"Dean." The both looked up at each other. Dean whacked the back of the driver's seat, a broken panel dropped open, revealing an assortment of guns and knives.

"She must of stole it," Dean gulped, "Or killed a hu—"Dean." Dean turned to face Sam.

Sam opened her shirt at the neckline and Dean stood there blankly. A rosary draped around her neck.

"She's a hunter. We almost killed a hunter."

"I shot at a hunter," Sam started to tear, "I could've killed a hun—"We've got to get her to a hospital, C'mon," Dean moved forward to Sam and stopped him mid speak. He picked Annika up and lightly kicked a still shocked Sam, "I said C'mon." Dean walked over to the Impala and Sam opened the back door. Sam helped Dean put her in the back, carefully. Sam leaned in and pulled the piece of glass out of her stomach.

Dean looked at Sam, "Dude, what are you doing?"

Sam took her jacket off and wrapped it around the wound, "Stopping the bleeding, it'll help a bit," and then closed the door. Dean headed toward the driver side of the Impala.

Sam looked back at the wreckage, "Dean, what about the other car?"

Dean turned to Sam, "I already told you. There's no one in the car," He walked to the driver's side and got in. Perplexed, Sam got in. Dean started up the Impala and got it back on the road. A groan came from the back and Sam turned. Dean looked in the back through his mirror.

Sam leaned over the seat, "You feel ok? We're gonn—"

Annika breathed a response," No hospitals." Sam looked over at Dean who continued to stare down the road.

"We're gonna take you to the hospital, you're pretty banged up. We don't wan—"Please, no hospitals, take me home." Sam looked back at Dean for some kind of help.

Dean looked in his rearview mirror; into her face, "Alright," Sam straightened and stared, shocked at Dean, "We'll take you home, but then we're taking you to the hospital."

Sam frowned and raised his eyebrows. He leaned to Dean and whispered, "Why are we going there and then to the hospital?" Annika groaned in the back, removing her jacket from around her stomach and bunched it up over the wound.

Dean whispered back, "Her brother is at home, right." It wasn't a question; it was a stern toned reminder. Sam sat back in his seat and nodded.

Dean looked into his mirror; "I've got some questions for you and better as hell answer 'em this time." Sam shook his head at Dean's stern tone and was about to tell him off about it when Annika straightened up in the seat and faced Dean in the mirror.

"You're damn right I do," Annika grimaced in her sitting position.

Dean shifted, raising an eyebrow; it wasn't what he expected, "Alright, first of all, you're a hunter," Annika nodded a yes, "So why did you run? You could've told us, what's up with the secrets and what the hell were you thinking ramming your car into another?" Dean's voice got louder and louder as it filled the Impala.

Annika smiled sweetly and laughed, "You're just like your Dad," she squirmed a bit and groaned when the Impala bumped into the Shop's lot. Dean opened his mouth in shock to her statement, "What? How do you?"

Annika looked back up and her expression changed to panic, "Oh my God!" Dean looked to her shop, which was now on fire, smoke rising into the now darkening sky. Dean stopped the Impala, prompting Annika to race out of the car towards the burning building.

"Woah, Annika! Wait!" Dean jumped out his side and Sam followed.

Dean ran after Annika but Sam was right there and grabbed her; pulling her away from the house portion of the garage, "Stop. Just stop. You can't just race in there," Sam struggled to hold onto her, even with her wound.

"No. Let me go, Kenny is in there," she stopped fighting him as one of the 3rd story windows blew out. Sam dropped her to cover his face from the heat and Dean did the same but that didn't stop Annika from running in through the front door. A yell ran out through the house and Dean turned to Sam. He pulled his two guns out of his jeans and he turned to Sam.

"Sam, you are going to stay out here," Sam looked at Dean's hands handing him his second gun, "The Sirens might still be around here. Shoot at anything you see…unless it's me. I'd rather not be shot by you…again."

Dean turned toward the house and Sam pulled him around, "No, you are not going in there."

Dean pried Sam's hands off him, "There's no time to argue. Stay Here. Look out for Sirens. Don't go in after me. Do you understand me?" Dean pushed Sam back and gave him a little shake," You understand. Stay here."

Sam clenched as Dean left him, "No, Dean don't." Sam choked on a few tears as Dean ran through the door. Another window, only from the second floor this time, blew out.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled but got no response as the door became engulfed in flames.