Summery: It didn't matter that his car, his baby was wrecked, it didn't matter that he had a one inch gash going across his forehead. All that mattered is that 11 seconds ago Sammy was sitting in the car next to him, and now he wasn't because he wasn't wearing his seat belt.

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11 Seconds

11 had always been the Winchester's number. It took the firefighters 11 minutes to put out the fire. John cried for 11 days after the death of his wife. When the boys were little and John went on a hunt if he didn't come back within 11 days Dean was suppose to call Bobby. 11 had always been the Winchester's number. It only took 11 seconds . . .

Dean tapped the steering wheel to the metallica song that blasted though the speakers of the Impala. He rolled his eyes at the cheerleaders giggling, trying to get his attention from a few feet away. He was so over High School girls. He graduated 2 years ago (if you do the math, he's 19 which would make Sam 15), best day of his life knowing that he wouldn't have to waste his life there anymore. He didn't do the ceremony of course. He was too cool for that.

He was here now to pick up Sammy from school. John left this morning when he found reasonable evidence of a hunt. Dean was ordered to pick up Sam and meet John in Newport about 4 hours away it was some little town up in the mountains. "Come on Sammy." Dean said impatiently. Finally Dean saw his little brother exit the school. His backpack stuffed with so many books Dean was surprised that his tall scrawny form was still standing upright. The cheerleaders looked surprised to see Sam walk over to the car and roughly pull open the back door and shoved his stuff in, then proceeded to the front seat slamming the door. "Whoa easy tiger," Dean said smirking.

Sam shot him an angry look, before slumping down in his seat and staring straight ahead. "And your still mad, you're such a baby sometimes Sammy!" Dean said rolling his eyes and starting up the car.

"It's Sam." Sam said before turning up the Metallica music. Dean had to keep both hands on the wheel to keep from sliding on the January ice. He stole a glance at Sam who seemed to be lost in his own world staring out the window. He hadn't said a word in 2 hours.

"Sam." He didn't respond. Dean then resorted to turning off the blasting music. This seemed to catch Sam's attention and he looked up briefly. "Sam say something, anything, you can even yell at me if you want." Dean said sighing.

"11 weeks." Sam said quietly. "I've been at this school for 11 freaking weeks and this morning Dad waltzes in and says that we're moving again and you think I wouldn't be mad?" Sam said angrily.

"Oh so again everything has to be about you, about leaving your new friends and how you have such abusive life." Deans said harshly. He'd gotten to distract and the car slid on the ice a bit.

"Forget it." San huffed going back to staring out the window.

"No I'm not gonna forget it Sammy, this happens every single time." Dean said tightening his grip on the wheel.

"It's Sam." Sam said again. He really hated being called his baby name. "I don't have any friends anyhow." He said again sliding down in his seat.

"Whoa backup you always make friends." Dean said surprised.

"And you never made friends in High School so what." Sam said shrugging.

"I'm not you Sam." Dean said now getting angry

"Dad wishes I were you." Sam mumbled.

"You're really getting on my nerves, all you think about is yourself. Do you even know how many lives Dad saves and all you can think of is changing schools? You're such a selfish little brat.

Second 1 . . .

"Dad can't plan my future out! It doesn't work like that! He never asked me if I wanted to hunt!"

Second 2 . . .

"He shouldn't have to ask! You know what's out there!" Dean was yelling now.

"No matter how many things we kill they're always be more!"

Second 3 . . .

"Were saving lives so other families don't end up like ours!"

"Our family didn't have to be like this! Dad chose it to be like this!"

Second 4 . . .

Dean had lost interest in the road, staring at Sam with narrowed eyes.

Second 5 . . .

"What you expected Dad to just go on living life after what he saw! What I saw!" Dean yelled.

"You didn't see anything, I've heard the story a hundred times!" Sam spat back.

"Yeah I was too busy carrying you out of our burning house!"

Second 6 . . .

"If Dad hadn't been so preoccupied with you then maybe he could've saved Mom!"

Second 7 . . .

He knew he made a mistake by the look on Sam's face.

Second 8 . . .

"Sammy . . ."

Second 9 . . .

Dean looked back at the road, and slammed on the breaks as a deer ran out into the road.

Second 10 . . .

The impala slid on the ice underneath it, spinning out of control. It rammed though the guardrail down the shallow hill.

Second 11 . . .

Dean groaned bringing his hand to his head. He felt something sticky. He leaned against the head rest one hand pressed firmly against his forehead.

"Sammy you ok?" He said in a raspy voice. "Sam?" he said after a moment's silence. He shifted his body around avoiding movement of his neck just in case.

Dean's breath got caught in his throat. Sam's seat was empty and the front windshield was shattered.

A/N: Ok that's the first chapter, hope you like it. Please review. Sorry but I was a little off with the seconds in there but I had to make a little something happen between each one. I'll say it again Please Review!