Summary: Word was "grim." Things quickly go from bad to worse. Poor boys!
AN: So so sorry for not updating in the last three weeks, but RL has been pure hell; my mother has been in the hospital for a week, and I have been sick with a bad case of the flu for the other two. Well, I'm back now and things are looking up!
Again, sorry for not updating.
Dean and Sam had escaped the vampires. Barely. And with several more bruises and scratches then they had previously. Stupid vampires.
Now, they were sitting in the Impala, Dean driving despite his concussion. (Sam had one now too so it was a moot point to point it out to Dean anyway, so Sam stayed silent on the topic of who was supposed to drive.)
"Where are we going?" Sam asked quietly. Dean shrugged and didn't reply.
Sam grimaced. He hated when Dean did that. It either meant Dean was hiding something from him or he was in pain, or quite possibly, both. As if their day hadn't been bad enough already what with Dracula and his crazies. Stupid vampires.
Sam sighed and looked out the passenger window. He blinked when he saw a black shadow traveling along side of the road at the edge of the woods. He blinked again and it was gone.
What the—what was that? Sam peered through the window trying to see in the twilight and frowned when he found nothing. Had he just imagined it?
Sam swung his head around and looked at his brother. Dean gave no sign that he had seen anything. Sam's frown deepened. Was it a side effect of his concussion? Shaking his head slightly, Sam focused his attention on the woods outside his window once more.
Dean's sudden exclamation of surprise had Sam jumping in his seat and turning his head to see what had startled his brother.
Only he never got that far.
The Impala swerved viciously, slamming Sam's head against the window which spider cracked under the sudden and unexpected pressure.
He lost conscious immediately.
Too bad Dean wasn't as lucky.
Dean was acutely aware that he was heading right toward a massive tree at a high rate of speed. His last act of defiance before they crashed was flinging himself over Sam in a vain attempt to save him from further injury.
From afar, red eyes watched the twisted wreck with something like fear in its bright eyes.
Things were Grimm indeed...
