Supernatural Encounters (X Reader Oneshots)

Cruising

Prompt: it went south too fast. (Part 1/4)

It was just a drive. A calm, stress-relieving night drive. That was all. No case, no monster, no emergency. Just a regular old drive.

And for once, Dean was happy.

His cheeks hurt from smiling for so long, shouting the lyrics of each song that came on, the volume so loud it was shaking the car as he hit the steering wheel for the memorable drumlines. He smacked Sam on the chest as his little brother helped vocalize the guitar solo, which caused a laugh to erupt from his sibling's lips. He pointed to the backseat, glancing over his shoulder briefly to catch a glimpse of the beaming (h/c/n) that was jamming out from her spot, grabbing his fingers as she sang to her heart's content before he had to pull away from her touch to continue driving. Dean nodded his head to the beat, watching the road, eyes flickering up to the stars, then belted the next few words, his voice cracking slightly from the strain, lifting his head and shutting his eyes to enjoy the moment.

He didn't see the intersection. He didn't notice the bright white beacons of light on his right. He didn't realize that the girl in the back had stopped singing. He didn't know he had to take his foot off the acceleration.

And just like that, his world shattered.

There was a scream of his name, barely audible over the music, before Dean felt everything jerk hard to the left and heard a crunching sound. His head slammed against something cold and smooth, and he was unconscious.

When he came to, it was still dark out. There was a heavy pounding in his left temple. The windshield had spiderwebs of cracks across the glass. The car that had hit them was nowhere in sight. One of the headlights remained on, illuminating swerving tracks on the dirt road.

He looked to his right to see his brother out cold, blood running down his face, glass in his lap from his window. His eyes flickered past him to Sam's door to see it was caved in slightly, no real bad damage. He rested a hand on his brother's neck. Pulse.

His head fell back against the headrest as he huffed in relief before asking the woman in the back if she was alright.

A deafening silence met his ears.

He repeated her name cautiously before glancing into the rearview mirror. His eyes widened in horror before he turned in his seat to see her condition.

There were small pieces of glass in the backseat. The window was barely hanging onto the door which was crumpled against her limp body, no longer in its frame. Her face was covered in blood, hair sticking to her skin. Her shirt was darker than it should have been, as were her jeans in some places. As far as he could tell, she wasn't moving.

Panic welled in his chest as he fumbled for his phone, the throbbing in his head worsening, wincing as he reached into his back pocket. He tried his best to explain the situation, struggled to keep his voice steady as he described their surroundings since he couldn't see any signs anywhere nearby. He told them he would stay put and managed to climb out of the car as soon as he hung up, dialing Bobby next as he paced back and forth in front of the car.

He couldn't stop rambling no matter how many times the old man told him to slow down. He didn't know what to do when the ambulance got there, he didn't want to see them like this, he couldn't think he could handle it if he saw them.

Dean froze when he heard a door creak open hesitantly, a wave of relief washing over him as he watched his baby brother step out of the car. He noticed the wide eyes and stopped him before he could say anything about the rider in the backseat, handing him the phone forcefully as he went over to open the door on her other side.