Then
An enormous 18-wheeler semi slammed into the side of the Impala, sending it careening off the road. A piece of glass had dug into Kat's chest, she glanced in the rear view mirror, the brothers were unconscious, she attempted to move but she was in too much pain. She took a deep breath and slowly began to pull the shard from her chest. Screaming in pure agony as blood began to pour from her body. She threw it out of the window and clambered into the backseat. She pulled her flask from the compartment of the door. She pulled the lid off and drank the remaining liquid. It wasn't enough. She glanced at the unconscious Dean, his chest covered in blood, his open wounds dripping with that seductive liquid.
Now
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