Highway 97

Chapter six

Dean watched as the pickup truck started heading toward him. At first he thought the truck was going to pass him and chase the man who was going for help. He cautiously stepped to the side of the road and readied the gun. But when the pickup truck was only a short distance away it swerved and headed right for him. He dived out of the way and landed hard on his bad leg. He screamed in pain as he rolled onto his stomach to see what the truck was going to do next. Instead of chasing the car the truck spun around and headed back toward him, but this time it kept going. He watched as it stopped above the area where their car had gone over.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean said to himself as he tried to walk as fast as his injured leg would carry him toward the truck. He watched in horror as the driver's door opened. "Sam!"

Their car

Sam groaned loudly as he tried to move, the feeling of pure panic getting stronger with each passing moment. Where was Dean? Had something happened to him? Did he need help? Sam pounded on the seat that kept him a prisoner in frustration.

"Damn it!" He screamed. He had to try and get out of there. He couldn't just lay there waiting to die. He grabbed hold of the seat and began rocking it back and forth. Tears stung his eyes, from both the pain and the frustration of being trapped. It was hopeless; if something had happened to Dean he knew he was as good as dead. No one would find him down there. He looked at the ground and winced when he saw fresh blood, he had started bleeding again even with the tourniquet on.

The highway

When Dean had finally made it up to the truck he held the gun out in front of him. He got as close as he could then fired. The canister went through the side window and exploded. There was a small flame that only burned for a few minutes then extinguished. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He hadn't heard the horrible scream that always came when a phantom driver was destroyed.

"Oh God no." Dean said as he looked over the edge of the cliff and down into the canyon. He had never heard of one of them doing this before but it looked like the driver had gotten out of the truck and was heading down to finish off one of his victims still alive…Sam! "You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted as he too began the decent down the steep canyon walls.

The car

Sam could almost feel his life force slowly draining out of his body. He was getting tired and all he wanted was to give in to the calling blackness but he knew if he did there was a chance he wouldn't wake up. He had heard bleeding to death really wasn't all that bad. You just got weaker, and weaker, until you went to sleep and didn't wake up. He knew that was what was happening to him. He reached in to his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Maybe he should tell Dean goodbye. He began to write….

Dean,

Don't beat your self up over this; it's not your fault. I know you did everything possible to get back to me. But I guess it was meant to be. I'm sorry I couldn't hold on but I just want you to know I love you Bro and I….

Sam stopped when he heard someone outside the car.

"Dean?"

When no one answered he thought maybe he had imagined it. But then suddenly he could feel the car start to slide as if someone was pushing it.

"Dean!" When his brother didn't answer his heart started pounding. "Who's out there!"

There was another violent push against the car and Sam could feel it begin to slide further down into the canyon. He screamed out in pain as he felt the twisted metal press against his trapped leg.

The canyon

Dean sucked in his breath as he watched the car roll further into the canyon.

"Noooooo!" He screamed as he continued climbing down the side of the canyon as fast as he could as the sound of Sam's painful scream echoed in the canyon and turned his blood to ice.

TBC