Supernatural: Fallen Son

Hark

Dean took another breath in. And another, and then pressed his bloody head against the window of the Impala. He was riding in the passenger seat, next to his brother. They had hardly spoken out of the sheer fatigue. Sam seemed pale and sick, and Dean was covered in his own blood. Sam quietly hit the radio, and some crummy pop song started to drone out from the stereo's orifices. Dean smiled in happy irritation, and then switched the channel to play anything else.
Sam started to speak, his voice hoarse and crackly. 'How you holding up?'
Dean laughed, but grimaced soon after. 'I'm kinda bleeding pretty badly. Apart from that, I'm dandy.'
Sam smiled grittily, and then spoke up about his own state. 'I'm not feeling great. We could stop to bandage you up if you want.'
'No. We're gonna get to a hospital. As soon as possible. No detours.' Dean stated as a reply. Sam opened his mouth again to speak, but stopped himself before he actually produced any sound. Dean turned up the radio.

For a measure of time that seemed to last forever, the brothers sat in solemn silence. Sam started to kick his boots against the bottom of the dashboard in boredom, and Dean fiddled absently with the toy soldiers that had been stuck in the air conditioning grate since he was 14. Although they had been gradually building up something that could be called comfortability, Dean winced as the radio suddenly screeched. It bounced between painful frequencies, and sent an agonising ringing into the brothers' heads.
Sam slammed on the brakes. There was someone standing in front of them in the road. Dressed entirely in white.

A long mess of scraggly black hair hung like corpses from his scalp, and he looked up at the car. A bladed smile flashed up his cheeks, and he started to walk towards them. Two more people, another man and a woman, joined the other - and all marched towards the car like some kind of three-person army. They certainly appeared as confident as one.
'Shit.' Dean exclaimed, and then grabbed Sam by the shoulder. His brother accordingly slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal. The car's wheels screamed futilely, not moving anywhere despite grating powerfully along the dirt beneath them. The woman, who was also dressed head-to-toe in white, seemed to be holding her hand out as if controlling something.
'Angels.' Sam recognised, and then got out of the car and ran to the trunk. He pulled out a silver blade, and a carton of Holy Oil.
The head angel, the one with the black hair, simply chuckled slightly, and then ran towards the car. With a single, swishing movement - he pulled out a longsword and plunged it into the window of the vehicle. Sam cursed again under his breath, and then the third angel appeared behind him. He whirled around and slashed the being with the blade. It was an angel blade - almost all of the Heavenly Host wielded these things, and it could also hurt them.
Dean practically threw himself out of the car when the sword nearly made a kebab of him. The black haired angel held out his hand and the blade flew into his palm. He then placed it down on the ground.
'Hello, Winchester. My name's Zebedee, and these are the Powers. This is nothing personal, of course, just the orders of...' He nodded to the sky. Dean growled, and threw an angel blade of his own at the female one. It landed in her stomach with a haughty crunch, and Sam saw this. He slammed his blade into the neck of his aggressor, but it didn't have nearly the desired effect. The angel grinned smugly, and then threw Sam at the bonnet of the car. Zebedee laughed loudly, hurting Dean's ears - but he stumbled backwards nonetheless.
Sam managed to crawl into the passenger seat, bleeding from his mouth profusely - and Dean threw himself at the driver's seat and slammed the car into full forwards gear.
Racing onwards - no angel stopping them in time - they crashed straight into Zebedee, and the psychotic angel was run down promptly.
Sam typed 'Nearest hospital' into his phone. He handed the machine to his brother, wiped blood from his mouth, and finally passed out.