Highway 97

Chapter three

Sammy spun around in his seat and watched as the pickup pulled up right behind their bumper. He looked over at Dean and took a deep breath trying to prepare himself for what ever was to come.

"Just get the gun ready Sam, we're going to get this son of a bitch."

Dean could sense Sam's uneasiness he was nervous too. If this didn't go as they planned they could end up also at the bottom of the canyon.

Sam loaded the cartridge and climbed out the window pointing the gun at the front windshield of the truck. But just as he was about to fire the truck sped up and got next to them.

"Sam look out!" Dean yelled a warning as a large rock formation on Sam's side of the road was quickly coming toward them. Dean reached over and grabbed Sam's belt and yanked as hard as he could with one hand. Sam's body popped back into the car just as they passed the rock.

"Whew. Thanks Bro." Sam knew if he had still been hanging out of the window he more then likely would have been cut in half.

Dean didn't answer him he was having his own problem trying to keep the car from hitting the pickup truck. The road was very narrow and the two vehicles were only a few inches apart. The icy roads didn't help either as their car kept sliding on patches of ice.

Sam leaned over Dean and pointed the gun out Dean's side window trying to get a good shot at the side window of the truck. But then, as if the truck was aware of what he was trying to do, pulled up further in front of them blocking its side window.

"Shoot through the back window!" Dean yelled.

Sam aimed and fired. The canister hit the back window but bounced off and fell harmlessly into the bed of the pickup truck where it exploded.

"What the hell?" Sam said as he reloaded.

"That was dead on, what happened?" Dean asked.

"I don't know it bounced off the window." He leaned over again and fired with the same results.

"Dean you better back off. He must have some kind of plating or something on the back windshield, I can't get through it."

Instead of backing off Dean stepped on the gas and kept the car next to the truck.

"Shoot through the side window."

Sam leaned over again but as he did the pickup truck started banging against them trying to force them off the road. Sam, no longer wearing a seatbelt, was thrown around the front of the car. He managed to get back into his seat but then grunted in pain as the pickup knocked the car hard into a large boulder on his side of the road tossing him violently inside the car. Dean's body was jerked hard also as the truck pounded into his side.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah…I'm going to try and pull in front of it, see if you can get in the back and get a shot at the front windshield."

Sam did as he was told. Once in the back he rolled down the window and hung outside taking careful aim. Just as he was about to fire the pickup sped up and delivered another hard blow to the car just as it was heading into a curve.

"Hang on!" Dean yelled back to his brother as he fought to keep the car on the road.

Another hard hit and the car started to head for the cliff.

"Sam jump!" Dean screamed as the car went over the edge.

Dean threw the door open, unfastened his seatbelt, and for a second looked in horror at the long drop but he knew staying in the car would be worse. "Jump!" He shouted once more back to his brother then threw himself out the window. He hit the ground hard and rolled. He grunted in pain as his body bounced off of rocks as he slid down the side of the canyon. The last thing he saw was the car rolling over and over down into the canyon.

Sam heard Dean's warning and grabbed the door handle but it wouldn't budge. He tugged frantically but to no avail. It was jammed probably from being hit by the truck. He watched as Dean threw himself out and prayed he would be okay. He tried to crawl over the seat into the front seat but the car began to flip in the air and he was thrown violently to the roof then back to the seat as it tumbled over and over. Finally it hit the ground. His last conscious thought was wondering if Dean had made it out alive then he passed out.

The car rolled over and over down the cliff before finally coming to rest on its roof precariously perched on an outcropping of rock

Two hours later

Sam woke up to a world of pain. He felt something dripping into his eyes and reached up and wiped the blood from a deep gash above his eyebrow. He then tried to move but ended up screaming in agony. He lay there trying to remember what had happened. Then it came to him. Dean!

"Dean!" He screamed when he noticed his brother wasn't next to him. Where was he? He tried to crawl out through the shattered windshield but something was holding him back. He grimaced in pain as he tried to free his leg which was wedged under the seat…he wasn't going anywhere. "Dean!" He cried out again. He remembered Dean telling him to jump but he couldn't because the door was jammed. Was he lying out there somewhere hurt ….or dead? He knew he had to free himself; he had to find his brother. He reached down and ran his hand along his leg to see if he could feel what was trapping him. When he pulled his hand back it was dripping with blood.

TBC