"Man I'm so pissed, I can't believe that reckless chick made off with my car!" Dean vented as he and his brother walked down the country road, slowly getting back to town. It was almost completely dark except for a bit of light shining through the trees. Dean just kept shaking his head and complaining while Sam miserably listened to his enraged brother.
"Dude, she's got all our stuff too. She better not mess with anything!" Dean went on, and on. Sam couldn't handle this forever and he began to want to find the Impala even more. "That little traitor, ugh, I just can't begin to picture the little grin she probably has plastered on her little face! She is probably laughing her head off about me right now!" Dean yelled.
Sam could only think about how they probably should have asked Ellen for a ride. He was thinking about hitchhiking when he saw some headlights show up on the black horizon, coming closer and rising like the sun in the morning. "Hey Dean, let's ask this guy for a ride." Sam suggested quickening his pace and getting closer to the edge of the road.
"No way, man. I got to empty my system out. Besides, I'd feel like an idiot without my—holy shit! That's the Impala!"
"Huh?" was all Sam could say before Dean shoved him down off the side of the road, where they could hide out of vision.
"Let's see who our lucky winners are." Dean chuckled to himself. "Who dies tonight?" he said.
The impala began to get closer and soon it was unmistakably Dean's car. They both tensed, waiting and watching the windows for the fateful moment. It was coming, coming, but the car was too dark, and passed. "What? Dean, did you see them? I couldn't make it out!" Sam said. Dean was just staring at where the Impala had passed by, his face pallor and ghostly. "Dean, what is it? Are you alright? Answer me Dean!" Sam shook his brother back to reality by the coat.
"That guy, it couldn't be. Could it?" Dean managed to mumble.
"Who Dean? What guy?" Sam asked.
"Oh. Just some guy I know, but it couldn't have been him." Dean choked out, unblinking.
"Dean, you look like you just saw a ghost. Who was it."
"Just my eyes playing tricks." Dean said. "Let's get on back to the roadhouse."
"Alright"
Sam and Dean crawled up the wet grass hill and started at jog pace, back to the roadhouse. "Damn, I hope my car gets there and stays there." Dean said.