staring at the asphalt; OPEN TO ALL
WHO: Dean and Sam Winchester, streetwalkers or police.
WHAT: The boys crash.
WHERE: Downtown Reggio Calabria - intersection.
WHEN: Day 153 - 18:50 PM (6:50)
"Why are we fucking going to this shit." It was not a question. It was a pissed off, damaged man that was driving his precious baby with one hand. He had been released from the hospital two days ago, and still everything looked and felt ugly inside. Dean was dying. That was that. He was convinced, and if he wasn't dying from that shit, he was going to die any way from both families. Yet -
"She's the Vescovo princess. We can't not go," Sam replied in his stupid voice.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You want me dead, don't you?"
"You're my brother."
"Yeah, and you're the only one who feels that way now."
They passed an intersection. Irresponsible shit that he was, he passed a red light. Anger and frustration so white hot was pumping through his veins. He couldn't fucking take it anymore. This family with its hypocrisy and Nazi leaders. He was fucking glad that Hijikata asshole was dead, but it didn't put him off the hook. His pawns were going to go after him soon.
Sam looked on disapprovingly, retorting, "I'm your only brother. How long have I been trying to - "
Passing another red light, another intersection, and an eighteen wheeler hit them head on. Crushed the side of the Impala on the passenger side, and wouldn't stop.
WHAT: The boys crash.
WHERE: Downtown Reggio Calabria - intersection.
WHEN: Day 153 - 18:50 PM (6:50)
"Why are we fucking going to this shit." It was not a question. It was a pissed off, damaged man that was driving his precious baby with one hand. He had been released from the hospital two days ago, and still everything looked and felt ugly inside. Dean was dying. That was that. He was convinced, and if he wasn't dying from that shit, he was going to die any way from both families. Yet -
"She's the Vescovo princess. We can't not go," Sam replied in his stupid voice.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You want me dead, don't you?"
"You're my brother."
"Yeah, and you're the only one who feels that way now."
They passed an intersection. Irresponsible shit that he was, he passed a red light. Anger and frustration so white hot was pumping through his veins. He couldn't fucking take it anymore. This family with its hypocrisy and Nazi leaders. He was fucking glad that Hijikata asshole was dead, but it didn't put him off the hook. His pawns were going to go after him soon.
Sam looked on disapprovingly, retorting, "I'm your only brother. How long have I been trying to - "
Passing another red light, another intersection, and an eighteen wheeler hit them head on. Crushed the side of the Impala on the passenger side, and wouldn't stop.