The Best Of Me

Chapter- 13

*Present*

Dean finally finished in the garden well past dark. Having worked through the sunset and using a torch while he finished the last little bits and pieces, wanting to make sure the garden of tulips were perfect, like how Bobby used to have it.

He did one last sweep of the house and garage, making sure everything was okay before he grabbed the keys and his phone from the bench and climbed into the Impala.

He took a deep breath as he turned the key in the ignition, ready to make the long drive back to his trailer.

He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do once he got home. It wasn't like he had a job or anything to go back to. He'd probably just end up sitting around the trailer when he wasn't out hunting in the woods.

He should probably get around to looking for a part time job, but for now he had enough money to last a few months before he had to worry about that.

He drove down the main road of the town, the street lights glowing dimly on the sides of the road as he rested his forearm against the open window, letting the cool breeze fill the truck as he drove.

The train crossing up ahead began to flash, indicating that a train was approaching so he began to slow his Baby down causing the vehicle behind him to start revving it's engine.

Dean stared at the set of headlights through his revision mirror, not liking how close the other vehicle was. He turned his attention back to the road in front of him as the boom gates for the train crossing started to come down.

The car behind him suddenly pulled out and sped past him, just getting through the boom gates before they closed causing Dean to roll his eyes. That person was clearly in a rush, couldn't even wait a couple minutes before the train would pass.

Shaking his head, Dean slowed the Impala to a stop before he glanced over at his phone sitting on the seat beside him. He reached over to pick it up, figuring he had a while to wait before the train passed.

He turned the phone on realising that he had a miss call from a random number causing him to frown in confusion as to who was ringing him before he bought the phone to his ear to see what the voicemail said.

"Hi, it's me, it's Cas." The voice started to say and Dean couldn't stop the smile from forming on his lips. "I was hoping maybe we could talk. A lot of things have changed since I last saw you. I wanted to say, I love you. I do, Dean-" Cas' voice continued to say when out of nowhere a car suddenly slammed into the back of the Impala, sending him slamming into the steering wheel, dropping the phone.

He grunted in surprise, turning to look through the back window and he knew those spotlights mounted on the roof of the truck behind him from anywhere. It was his fathers truck.

He couldn't tell if it was his father or his cousins sitting in the car from the bright headlights, but it didn't matter as the car started to drive forward.

It slammed into the back of his Impala again, pushing it's bonnet into the back of his car, shoving the Impala closer and closer to the train tracks where the train was currently flying past.

"Shit." Dean cursed under his breath as he stepped on the breaks, but his fathers truck was stronger.

It continued to push the Impala forwards, knocking down one of the boom gates, the train speeding past in front of him and Dean could feel himself starting to panic. Without thinking twice he quickly slammed the Impala into reverse and pressed his foot down on the accelerator.

"C'mon!" He yelled as the Impala began to push back when suddenly gunshots erupted from his father's truck.

The back window of the Impala shattered as he ducked down behind the seat, taking his foot off the accelerator as he did so, but the other vehicle had stopped moving too.