Chapter 00 - Prologue

"What has gotten into you?" John roars, eyes flashing towards his eldest son in the driver's seat.

The driver has his green eyes set on the road, jaw clenched and knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel with bruising force.

The older man does not pull his eyes away from his son, the only sound in the Impala coming from him as he speaks. "Dean. I don't like this tone of yours," John starts in a warning voice. "I was younger than you when I decided what I wanted to do with my life. And I don't regret any of it!"

"I want to go to college," Dean responds in a much lower tone than his father's, gaze still refusing to glance over towards the passenger side. He's been thinking about it for some time now. Dean doesn't like anything about the military. Not the hours, not being bossed around, and not even the damn food.

"I'm not going to allow you to do the same mistake Sam did!" John fumes even more.

"That's the reason we haven't even heard from him in years," Dean almost snaps, finally eyeing his father before he has to look at the road. "You told Sam that if he left he should never come back."

Dean doesn't dare tell John that he got in contact with his younger brother a few months ago. Though it had been Dean who had called, Sam had been happy to hear from him. They had talked about everything and yet nothing. And when Sam had asked Dean if he was happy, the older Winchester couldn't answer. Sam probably knows him better than he knows himself, and easily picked up on it.

Give college a try...

John stays quiet for a few seconds before he speaks up, "What is a Winchester gonna do in college?! What are you gonna do in college?" He shakes his head as if he can't believe what he is hearing. Since as long as John can recall, the Winchester family has been in the military, doing a difference in the world. Saving and protecting their country. How is going to college ever going to do that? It's a waste of time and money. He lost all hope with Sam, but now Dean? "Stay in the military. It's where you belong."

"I don't wan-"

The father interrupts, his voice still loud and demanding as if Dean is arguing with him, prompting his son to look at him, "And I'm telling you wha- DEAN!"

The blinding bright light is the only warning the Winchester's get before the car hits them, an explosion of glass filling the space around them. It's unexpected. One second they're crossing an intersection and in the next the world is spinning out of control, the screeching of tires the only sound carrying into the night after the first initial crash of metal on metal, that too fading away as darkness overcomes them.

Notes by the Authors: This story is going to be a joint project between Writer 1 (which can be referred to as Dixon) and Writer 2 (referred to as Winchester). I think it's also fairly easy to determine which characters we each absolutely love and even more so together.

This chapter is all due thanks to Winchester, with the editing done by Dixon.

Hope this prologue is interesting enough to have you return for Chapter 1. ^^