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Sam looked back at the wreckage; he was luck to be alive. The impala was less fortunate, the driver's side had been completely smashed in, and rolling down an embankment didn't help. Sam knew how protective Dean was about his car. How was he going to break the news? Sam took his cell phone out of his pocket and began to dial Dean's number. "Oh God kill me now," Sam muttered under his breath.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, Dean, I have some bad news-"

"Don't tell me forgot the pie."

"No, it's not that. Some guy ran a red light and hit the Impala and the car rolled into an embankment."

"Oh my God! Are you OK?" A wave a shock hit the younger Winchester square in the chest.

"I'm-I'm fine, but Dean, the car-"

"I don't care about the damn car Sam!" Dean's voice softened. "I'm just glad you're OK."

"Uh, thanks Dean."

"And Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"It's you I love, not the car."

"Thanks."

"No Problem, bitch."

"Jerk."