Fuuuuck. I stared at what was once a 1967 Chevy Impala and bit my lip. Well now it was more like a giant piece of metal wrapped around a tree. The top of the car had ripped off and was lying a few feet up the hill. When the car had flipped four times, the roof had come right off. The windows were gone too, smashed to pieces when the car flipped and when the car came to a stop. The cuts on my faces prove that.
I had swerved to avoid a tractor trailer and ended up going right over the guard rail. Right down a hill, oh excuse me fucking side of the mountain, I flipped four times. The roof tearing off somewhere in between then. I only came to a stop when the passenger's side of the Impala hit the tree. My seat belt kept my from being thrown out of the car. The one time I wear it. The only injuries I sustained were a broken nose, from my face hitting the steering wheel (yeah that fucking hurt and then when the airbag deployed AFTER the accident and hit me in said broken nose...yeah that fucking hurt too), cuts and what would be bruises all over my body, and that's pretty much it. I also feel like every single one of my bones has been broken but other than that I'm pretty much fine. Surprised? Me too. Well I'm also almost pissing my pants. Not just because the car I was driving rolled down the side of a fucking mountain but because it was Dean Winchester's car that I rolled down the side of the fucking mountain.
So I was standing outside what was left of the Chevy Impala, cold, bleeding (goddamn human body) and nervous. Almost afraid. I wasn't thanking God I survived. I was a demon. Demons didn't do that shit. I was standing here thinking of all the ways Dean Winchester would send me back to Hell. This car was his most prized possession. And I killed it. No matter how much Jo needed me here, after Dean saw this (and I couldn't hide this from him at least not for long), nothing would stop him from sending me back. Or even killing me. Who the hell knows?
So anyways about this car. Well the reason I was driving it. Because we all know that Dean wouldn't let a demon, let alone me, drive his beloved car. I stole it. Because it's so boring being cooped up in Bobby's home. I needed to do something and stealing Dean Winchester's car? Seemed like a good idea at the time. So I grabbed the keys when Dean passed out on the couch from having one to many beers. (Bobby was downstairs fixing some room in his basement, and Jo and Sam disappeared hours ago to talk to some friends of theirs. Weird, I didn't know they had friends.) So I stole the keys from Dean's jacket pocket and I went for a ride. And it was fucking awesome. I can see why Dean loves this car. So I guess I got distracted what with the changing music so I started swerving in the other lane and...yeah... Ha Dean was gonna love that explanation and oh shit. My eyes widened. That meant all his music was gone too. Fuuuuuuuuck. I have to go and-
"What the hell did you do to my car, Tova?!" Ah shit.