The Guilty Party
Summary: How could something so normal do so much damage to the Winchesters?
Disclaimer: blah blah blah, I don't own them, blah blah blah
Author's note: This is going to be a short story, probably not any longer than 4 or 5 chapters. I got this idea in my head today and had to write it down... hope you like it. Please R&R!
Chapter One: Driving Hard
"Dean, please let me drive."
"Dude, there is no way I'm letting you drive my baby." Dean glanced at his little brother in the seat next to him, slightly slurring his words.
"Dean. You've had a few too many tonight. You shouldn't be driving."
"Sam. I've driven with a few more in me when I had a lot less tolerance. Stop being such a whiny bitch already." Sam slumped back in his seat, silent but still worried. He glanced at his brother, happy that at least he was wearing a seatbelt. Sam sighed, facing forward again. He's still an idiot.
"Sammy, you gotta let loose sometimes. Stop being so uptight all the time."
Sam shook his head, disgusted with his brother like he always was when Dean drank more than he should. "Dean, just because I don't try to stick my hand up every skirt I see and down every drink in 30 seconds flat doesn't mean I don't let loose sometimes."
"Oh yeah? When's the last time you got laid?" Dean grinned at his brother, knowing it hadn't been anytime soon and the torturing was fun. The car took a right turn a little fast, making Sam brace himself against the door.
"Dean, will you please pay attention to the fucking- DEAN!"
The 18-wheeler slammed into the Impala's side, forcing the door into the brother's side. The breaks screeched as the truck driver tried to stop his monster machine. Unfortunately, it took more road for the truck to stop than the street allowed. The car was slammed into a store window, ripping beams from the ceiling and shattering glass over the car.
The silence which followed was penetrated only by the store's burglary alarm.
Author's Note: Hope you like it! Please please please R&R. Even bad reviews give good advice. :)