'Uh, Dean…where are we going?' Sam asked his brother. They had been walking for what felt like hours, and the sun was beginning to come up.
'I'm not entirely sure,' Dean replied. 'We need a car.'
'Well, the Impala is probably at the sheriffs office,' Sam said. 'Is it worth the risk?'
'What do u mean, 'is it worth the risk'? Of course it's worth the damn risk! This is my car we're talking about!' Dean said, his eyes looking at Sam in disbelief. 'Plus it has my Metallica tapes, and all my guns. Dude, that's all I own!'
'Ok ok, I get the point,' Sam sighed. He peered around a corner before flattening himself against the wall, pressing Dean back with him. 'Roberts.' He said, noticing his brothers questioning look. Loud crashing could be heard from around the corner. He looked down guiltily.
'What's that noise?' asked Dean. He stared at Sam. 'What is that noise!'
'Well, er…there's good news and bad news,' he slowly said.
'And?' Dean asked.
'The good news is that we've found the car,' Sam said, trying to avoid his brother's gaze.
'The bad news, what is the bad news,' Dean pressed, his voice becoming worried. The sound of glass breaking hit his ears. 'Sam…you're…you're not saying…'
Sam bit his lip, and took another glance around the corner.
'Roberts has gone,' he said. Dean had a grim look on his face as he strode around the corner, Sam right behind him. He stopped dead.
'NO WAY! MY CAR! OH GOD, MY CAR!'
The Impala was an absolute mess. Every window had been smashed, the hood had large dints and what looked to be bullet holes in it, an axe had been thrown through the windshield, and all the tires had been removed, leaving the car on bricks. The car was also missing a door, covered in graffiti, and someone had made a sunroof, courtesy of the chainsaw that was now sticking out the back window.
Dean dropped to his knees. 'THIS IS WORSE THAN DEATH!' he screamed.
Sam approached the car and glanced inside. He noticed the seats had been slashed, and the steering wheel was missing. He reached through the window and grabbed the keys from the ignition, before moving around to the trunk, the one part of the car that wasn't wrecked. Dean joined him as the trunk was opened.
'Please, let there be something, anything!' Dean groaned. He peered over Sam's shoulder, and sighed with relief. All his weapons were there.
'Ok Sammy, stock up!' he said. They began grabbing whatever they could, putting it wherever they could on their body.
'Come on Dean, we have some Shapeshifters to kill,' Sam said, slamming the trunk shut.
'But my car!' he groaned. 'I can't leave it!'
'Let it go man,' Sam replied. 'We have to get out of this town now.'
'No,' Dean said. 'I'm not leaving. I'm gunna get them all, and I'm not doing it for the town. This is personal.'
The shapeshifter inside of Sam was momentarily afraid. He could tell by Dean's voice that Dean meant what he said, and sooner or later, he would destroy all Shapeshifters. He shook his head. It was impossible anyway. They had Dean right where they wanted him. They were slowly torturing him, tearing him apart, bit by bit, making him feel like he was winning, when in fact, he was making his last days, and his brothers, more miserable than ever before. Wrecking the car was only the beginning. If Dean felt pain over that, then what was coming would be unbearable. The shapeshifter smiled evilly, his eyes clicking over, as he walked off, Dean following behind him