Fragments of Tomorrow (Supernatural Fanfiction Book 5)

A Charmed Evening Interrupted

Sam's First Person Point of View

The vampire hunting trip had been a success, and the team was tired but satisfied. We arrived back at the safe house, hoping for a quiet night. Birch was supposed to pick Dean up for a picnic at the nature park by the waterfall. They were looking forward to it, and Birch had promised Dean would be back by 8 so they could join us for a movie.

When the clock struck 8, I noticed Dean and Birch still weren't back. I exchanged worried glances with Bobby, who was visibly restless.

"Something's not right," Bobby said, his face etched with concern. "They should've been back by now."

"Let's go check on them," I suggested.

We headed out, and as we approached the nature park, a sense of unease crept over me. The park was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of nature muted by the growing darkness. Birch's car came into view first, and the sight stopped us in our tracks.

Birch's car was wrecked, crumpled against a tree a few feet from the park entrance. My heart raced as I noticed the broken passenger side window and the snapped seatbelt.

"Birch!" I shouted, rushing over to the wreckage. Birch was disoriented but conscious, sitting on the grass next to the car.

"Sam... Bobby..." he muttered, his voice trembling. "Something happened."

"What did you see?" Bobby asked urgently, kneeling beside him.

"There was this figure," Birch said, wincing as he touched his bruised face. "We were leaving the park, and someone stepped in front of the car. I swerved to avoid them, and then we were in a tree. The seatbelt snapped, and Dean... Dean was thrown out of the car."

"Where is he?" I demanded, my voice barely controlled.

"I don't know," Birch said, panic rising in his voice. "I couldn't see him after the crash. He should've been strapped in. The seatbelt shouldn't have snapped."

Bobby and I exchanged worried glances. We needed to find Dean.

We began searching the area, calling out his name. The park was dark, and the forest surrounding it seemed to close in around us. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach with every passing minute.

Dean's First Person Point of View

I had been enjoying the picnic with Birch. It was supposed to be a perfect evening. We talked and laughed, and as the sun began to set, we made our way back to the car, eager to get home and join the others for the movie.

But the night took a turn for the worse. I remember Birch swerving suddenly. Everything happened so fast—one moment, we were heading home, and the next, the world was spinning. There was a loud crash, and then I was thrown. The impact sent me flying out of the car.

I remember hitting the ground hard. My vision blurred, and a sharp pain radiated through my body. I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. I saw the car, a crumpled mess against the tree, and then darkness overtook me.

Bobby's First Person Point of View

We scoured the area for what felt like hours, our calls for Dean growing more desperate. The park was vast, and the darkness made it difficult to see anything beyond the faint glow of our flashlights.

Just as I was about to suggest we split up, I heard a faint groan nearby. "Dean!" I called out, my heart leaping with hope.

We followed the sound and found Dean lying unconscious on the ground, a few feet away from the wreckage. His clothes were torn, and he was covered in dirt and bruises.