Collins couldn't take it; something in the very pit of his stomach told him something wasn't right. He refused to move from their car, which had been parked out of the way, until both brothers were back and explained themselves. However, it had been at least an hour and a half and the Impala was no where in sight.

"Drake, stop fidgeting" Cora hissed, "you're scaring Kailey" the little baby had a deep set frown on her face and was making disgruntled baby noises.

"They should be back by now."

The truck was rushing at the car faster and faster, the horn nearly shattered Sam's eardrums. Sam looked over at Dean, his big brother was staring straight into the lights in front of him, Sam couldn't take his eyes off of Dean's determined face. Only one thought crossed his mind. No. No this will not happen to his family, and no, he won't let his brother become a martyr, Dean was not allowed to die. Sam mustered all the courage he had in him, all the rugged determination he had inherited from his father and he lunged at the wheel.

The clock on the dashboard was mocking him, blinking the time that wouldn't move foreward, and Cora just wouldn't stop talking. She couldn't get her mind around the concept that Collins had just up and left. He tried to explain to her that it was to save the little girl that she held in her arms, but she wouldn't listen all she could think about was how Collins had left without warning. He kept trying to remind her that she was the little sister, she didn't need to protect him, he could make his own decisions.

"Sam! What are you doing?" Dean's voice had raw unadulterated terror in it as he saw what Sam was doing. Sam's knuckled were white as he struggled against his stronger brother for control of the wheel. The Impala swerved to the left and the truck smashed into the passengers side as the one from the back crunched the car up like an accordion with a deafening crash.

"They should be back by now" Collins was getting more aggravated and the twisted knot in his stomach was making him nauseous.

"They're probably in Maine by now" Cora said spitefully, her voice full of frustration.

"No, I don't think that they would just leave Kailey here." Cora rolled her eyes,

"You don't know that…you don't know them." Collins sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to figure out his own trust in the men he barley knew.

"Corry, would you just trust me on this one?" He asked and she bit her bottom lip.

"Fine, but I'm telling you….they're gone."

Sam's seatbelt snapped due to the force of the impact and his body flew through the windshield. The only noise that Dean heard in the dead air after the accident was his own voice screaming. After he flew through the air Sam fell out of Dean's sight and he landed on the blacktop with a sickening crunch. Dean's seatbelt held as his side of the car was hit with half of the impact of Sam's side. He had the wind knocked out of him and a shard of glass flew into his scalp just below his hairline. The emergency brake came loose but it stopped before it could do much damage to Dean's torso. The car spun in front of him as he lost blood and consciousness still screaming for Sam.

Cora held the baby close to her, her doubts still clear on her face.

"Drake, can we turn around now? We've been driving for twenty minutes, those creeps are gone." Collins just shook his head and he squinted through the darkness in front of him. The light from the Corvette's headlights glinted on black metal and he took in a short breath as he saw what had happened to the Winchesters.

The two trucks were the dominating figures in the scene, although their drivers were eerily absent. The tiny Chevy was crumpled in between them like a shard of tin foil, one brother was clearly visible, Dean was in the driver's seat his face untouched by the pale of death. However, Sam was no where to be seen. Dean's eyes had a dull bit of life left in them and he seemed to be struggling with the metal door that held him captive in his seat. Collins jumped out of the Corvette almost before it stopped rolling. He immediately ran to the dented door and tried to pull it open.

"Sam…Sammy are you okay?" Dean was slightly delirious and he couldn't see clearly. He must think that Collins was Sam.

"Dean, hold still, we've got to get you out of there." Dean went limp, and perhaps it was better that he thought Collins was his brother, he never would have taken that order from Drake himself. Without Dean's struggling the door was easier to wrench open. Dean nearly fell onto the ground but Collins caught him by the shoulder. He straightened him up put him on his feet, Dean's eyes slowly came into better focus and he squinted at the man that held his jacket.

"Samm- you." Dean had realized who it was that had a hold of him and he shook the officer off. "Where's my brother?" He asked his head woozy his vision slightly less blurred. Collins sighed; he didn't quite know how to answer.

"He's…."

"Oh my God" Collins was cut off by Cora's terrified voice. He rushed to his sister's side, and instantly had to look away.

"What? What is it?" Dean asked as he rounded the scene of the crunched cars. Cora whipped out her cell phone and quickly dialed 911.

"Maybe you shouldn't see this" Collins said to Dean. Panic gripped Dean's throat and he pushed Collins out of the way, roughly. When he saw his brother's mangled and bloodied body he felt like someone had punched into his chest and ripped out his lungs. He literally fell to his knees next to Sam tears welling up in his eyes already.

"No, no no no, Sammy." Cora walked as far away as she could, the baby still on her hip. She was talking to an operator from the 911 station, who didn't appear to be the brightest.

"Two people that I can see…one's okay, the other…I don't know, yeah, probably…he looks… dead." Her voice was barely above a whisper but Dean heard and he couldn't force down the sob in his throat,

"Sammy."