She was cold.

Amber opened one bleary eye and moaned as slowly the pain began to register throughout her body. She opened the other eye and gently turned her head, as she scanned her surroundings.

What in the hell happened?

Bits and pieces of memories began to assemble like a puzzle and adrenaline began to flow. The roads had been bad and they'd been in an accident, but where were they now? She turned and lifted her arm to rub away the frost from the cracked window and froze as pain lanced through her. A gasp tore from her lips and she grabbed for her arm.

Careful, she pressed fingers along her flesh and winced as she quickly realized that the bone was probably broken. At least it hurt as if it were broken. Using her right arm instead, she rubbed at the glass and peered out. The car appeared to be buried to its axles in the snow, but it was what she saw above her head made her heart pound with fear. They were in some sort of ravine at least two stories below the roadway and well out of sight.

Slowly, she scooted to the other side and repeated the process against the nearly shattered back door glass. On the passenger side the car rested against some trees and they appeared to be on the edge of a forest. Meanwhile the snow continued to fall at a furious rate and was quickly covering the windshield. Dear God!

She moved back to the middle seat and reached over to pat Dean on the shoulder. "Dean?"

When he didn't move she shook him gently. "Dean?"

"Huh?" Dean murmured and opened an eye and immediately lifted a hand to his head. "What the fuck happened?"

"We were in an accident," Amber replied. "Are you hurt?"

"I-I don't know," he mumbled and began assess. It took only a moment for Amber's worst fear to surface. "Argh! Fuck!" Dean yelled as he reached for his leg. "My leg is trapped and I think its broken."

He leaned forward and yanked at the dash that appeared to have collapsed around his leg. When he pulled his hand back, it was covered in blood. "Oh God," Amber gasped. "You're bleeding. Is that from your hand or you leg?"

Dean shook his head. "My leg I think." His gaze drifted toward Amber then his eyes widened. "Shit! Zoe!" He reached for where she leaned against the passenger door, unconscious. "Zoe? Baby are you okay?"

Amber shifted to check on Zoe and her heart stopped. "Dean...there's blood in her ears."

"There's blood trickling from her nose too," he replied as he looked at Amber over the seat. "Zoe? He shook her gently. Baby wake up."

With her good hand, Amber reached over the seat and pressed a tentative finger to Zoe's neck. Thank God! Relieved to find a slow and steady pulse, Amber blew out a breath. "She's alive."

"But doesn't bleeding from the ears and nose indicate brain damage?" Dean asked.

"I think so," Amber replied then scrambled to find her bag. "We have to get out of here." She reached for her phone and groaned when she realized she had no signal "My phone has no signal. What about yours?"

It took a moment for Dean to locate his phone. He glanced at the screen. "God damn it." he growled and nearly threw his phone across the car.

"No service?" Amber asked as resolve began to set in.

"No...damn it." Dean replied. "This is just fucking great. I'm trapped. Zoe is unconscious and we have no cell service. This car doesn't have that Onstar service, so I don't know that we have much of a choice but to wait until someone finds us."

Amber peered through the window and observed their situation. She couldn't see any cars on the road above, which probably meant even if there was a car that drove by, it probably wouldn't see them. She wasn't sure how long they'd been sitting, but there was already a thin layer of snow covering the vehicle which meant they'd be buried and hidden from view very soon.

If they tried to wait for someone to find them, more than likely they'd freeze to death first. "We can't just sit and wait for someone to stumble across us," Amber argued as she began searching the back seat for what she hoped would be a latch that would open into the trunk. She had an idea.

"You have a better plan?" Dean asked.

"Maybe," Amber replied as she searched for the latch. She thought about Seth and her heart hurt with the knowledge that what she was about to do might end up causing him so much pain. The last thing she'd ever want would be to hurt him. "Zoe has a head injury. She will die if we don't get her help."

"How in the hell am I supposed to get her help when I'm stuck?" Dean argued.

Amber shook her head. "Not you...me." She found the latch and pulled the seat back down, revealing the inside of the trunk. Doing her best to ignore the pain in her arm, she pulled on the suitcases, dragging them into the cabin of the car. "Here." she opened the case and began handing him articles of clothing. "Layer these over yourself and Zoe. Hopefully, it will be enough to keep you warm."

"What do you mean you?" Dean asked as he began draping the clothing over Zoe's body. "What are you going to do?"

Amber took the thin magazine she'd picked up at the rental agency and cupped it around her bad arm, then draped her purse over her so it rested across her chest and began wrapping the strap around the magazine to help hold it in place. "I'm going for help."

"What?" Dean's eyes widened. "No. You can't. There's a blizzard out there. If you go out there you could die."

She was well aware of that possibility, but staying put wasn't an option. Not when Zoe and Dean both needed immediate medical attention. "If we stay here, we will die," Amber argued as she pulled an extra sweatshirt over her head, then tugged on her coat. "We'll freeze to death before anybody finds us. I can't let that happen."

"Amber-"

"No, Dean." She shook her head. "I still have both my legs and one good arm. I'm our best bet for finding help."

"What if something happens to you?" Dean asked. "We don't know where we are or how treacherous the terrain is. For all we know you could be walking right into your death."

"I realize that, but it's still a better option than staying put. Even if I only make it up to the road, maybe it will be enough to give me cell service and I can call for help." Amber argued, then paused as she stared at Dean. "I have to try. I can't just sit here and hope Zoe will make it until help arrives and what if that blood on your hand came from a compound fracture in your leg? You might bleed out before help arrives." She shook her head. "I can't live with the guilt of knowing I sat here and did nothing and let you both die. I'm going. If I don't make, it, then at least my death won't be for nothing." She blinked now and fought back a fresh batch of tears. Not like it would have been a few weeks back.

"What about Seth," Dean asked and she noted the resolve in his voice. As much as he didn't like the situation, he knew she was right. She was their best chance for rescue.

"Seth knows how much I love him and I know if something bad happens to me out there, he'll deal with my death a lot better than he would have a few weeks ago. He'll understand." She stuffed her phone into her coat pocket and zipped it closed, then eased the coat on, pulled on her hat and began working to wrap a scarf around her face.

"How are you going to get out?" Dean asked. "We have no power for the windows and the car is buried in snow. The doors won't open. If you break through the cracked glass we'll definitely freeze to death before help can get to us."

"I'll go through the trunk," Amber replied. "I remember reading somewhere that all newer cars have a glow in the dark handles inside the trunk that will release the trunk latch." She handed her glove to Dean. "Put this on my hand."

He did and watched as she squirmed into the trunk area through the back seat. "Amber."

"Yeah?" She paused and slid a quick glance his direction.

"Good luck."