Shattered (A Superwholock Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Sam, Dean and Castiel were in the 1967 Chevrolet Impala, Dean was driving, Sam was shotgun and Cas was in the backseat. They were driving to Lebanon in Kansas to investigate an incident there that seemed to be supernatural. As they were driving, the ‘Eye of the Tiger’ came on the radio. Dean's face lit up into a wide grin and Sam groaned. Dean turned up the music and started sing along with the song and Sam put his head in his hands.

“What's wrong Sammy? Don't you like the song? Or don't you like my singing?” Dean asked, grinning widely. Sam just sighed and ignored him. Dean was in a really good mood and Sam couldn't figure out why.

About 15 minutes later Dean had kinda calmed down and wasn't singing. He looked at bit bored and turned to Sam and asked him, “How much further have we got now?”

Sam got out his map, "Um, we're about 2 miles away from Lebanon." Dean nodded and sped up a bit. For a while everything was fine until the car suddenly slowed and then it just stopped in the middle of the road, the music turned off as the engine cut down. Dean's smile vanished.

“Dude, what are you doing?" Sam asked, thinking that Dean had just stopped driving in the middle of the road. Dean looked at his car and his eyes widened. His green eyes shone with clear worry. He tried to turn on the engine but nothing happened. He tried again. The car's engine turned on for a brief second and relief flooded through Dean until the Impala's engine died down again.

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Sam repeated.

“I didn't freaking do this!” Dean exclaimed. He turned to Cas, “Cas, did you touch my car!”

“No. Why would I touch your car?” Cas asked, confused. Dean sighed, “Well, I fixed the car up just a couple of days ago and there was nothing wrong with it!” Dean got out of the car and slammed the door shut with a lot of force. Sam and Cas followed. Dean opened the bonnet of his car. He looked at it. He twisted a wire, pulled at a cord and then fiddled around with some other things that were connected to the engine. He opened a cap on the engine, studied the stuff that was inside of it and then put it back on. He sniffed certain bits of the engine and then rubbed another bit of it uncertainly. Dean got back in the car and tried to restart it but nothing happened. He sighed in frustration, “There's nothing wrong with the engine!”

“Well, did you feed it?” Sam asked.

“Yes! You were there yesterday with me! Remember!” Dean answered even more irritated. He got out of the Impala again. Frustrated and annoyed.

“Well, then why isn't it working?” Cas asked.

“That's what I'm trying to freakin' figure out.” Dean said. His mood had obviously changed and Cas thought to himself, "I like loud but happy Dean better then frustrated, angry Dean."  Cas looked over at Sam and knew that he was thinking the same thing. He gave Sam a knowing look and Sam pointed at Dean and rolled his eyes when he wasn't looking. Cas half smiled.

Dean turned around and faced Sam and Cas after a little tantrum.

“Well, what are we going to do?” Sam questioned him.

“Don't ask me! How the hell am I supposed to know?” Dean said, exploding. He started pacing; growing more impatient. He then realized that Cas was looking at him. “What!” Dean snapped at him.

“N-nothing…” Cas said hurriedly and looked away and stared at a tree. Dean's expression softened when he saw how genuinely hurt Cas looked. Dean was about to say something when a huge gust of wind interrupted him. Dean grabbed the Impala as Sam grabbed Dean to steady himself. As for Cas, he just stood there as if the wind didn't bother him at all. The wind grew stronger and stronger and a tree nearby fell down missing the car by a couple of inches.