He stared dumbly. Dean had been right, after all. Yet this rust-bucket couldn't possibly take them out of the woods, much less to a hospital.
"Got... better idea, spill," his older brother grumbled.
"I'm just saying. A Cat?!" Sam still couldn't believe it.
"The Caterpillar's terrain-proof."
Dean was having trouble breathing with his cracked ribs. Gently, Sam manhandled him onto the passenger seat and climbed up easily. He pushed the button of the ignition. A short stutter emerged, then nothing.
"Pull... choke. It's a Diesel." With numb fingers Dean pulled some handle and the motor rumbled to life.
Prompt 2: Choke (as requested by Supernoodle in honour of her birthday)
P.S.: Happy Birthday, Supernoodle! Hopefully you like your little present and won't ban me forever for cheating. I just couldn't go with the obvious, sorry. evil laugh