FIC: Hauntings on Highways (drabble)
author:
missqteeone
disc: Kripke, the brilliant bastard owns supernatural
spoilers: all aired episodes, INCLUDING the kids are alright
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Dean knew that life could be unpredictable at times. So unpredictable that his brother was kidnapped by his girlfriend, his beloved Impala broke down when he was trying to out-drive a ghost- only to be saved by a 15 year old kid with one of those hamster salt wheels.
A fifteen year old kid with a leather jacket and a Metallica T-shirt.
“Ben.” Dean exhaled in relief, accepting the hand up from the familiar face. Ben smiled for a brief moment, before ducking his head away from Dean’s fist. “You were supposed to stay with the Richardson’s.”
“I’m practically an- adult.” “15.”
Ben grabbed the car keys from Dean and dangled them mockingly. “Come on. 15, permit, the first car I’m driving is the Impala. Uncle Sammy said you were nearby, so I hitched a few miles.”
“You live in Nebraska. Welcome to Connecticut.” Dean pointed out, “And who said you could drive MY car. Sammy’s car works just fine.” Sam drove a hybrid that was made in a foreign country. Dean refused to acknowledge this fact out loud. It would be a disgrace to the Winchester name.
“But Ruby’s there with him and she’s an attention whore. Come on Dean. It’s a Winchester tradition.” Ben lovingly caressed the hood of the Impala, and Dean was once again reminded how alike they were.
“That’s why he was in such a hurry to go 'get burgers'.” Dean chuckled, “Way to go Sammy. If you scratch this car, I’m driving you back to Lincoln hogtied in the trunk.”
Dean got into the passenger seat and watched full of pride as Ben started her up and put her into gear. He was doing all of the required stuff, the mirrors the lights. He was calm too, most people would get intimidated driving a classic like the Impala. But it wasn’t until he put it into third and floored it, that Dean really felt like Ben was a Winchester.
missqteeone
disc: Kripke, the brilliant bastard owns supernatural
spoilers: all aired episodes, INCLUDING the kids are alright
**
Dean knew that life could be unpredictable at times. So unpredictable that his brother was kidnapped by his girlfriend, his beloved Impala broke down when he was trying to out-drive a ghost- only to be saved by a 15 year old kid with one of those hamster salt wheels.
A fifteen year old kid with a leather jacket and a Metallica T-shirt.
“Ben.” Dean exhaled in relief, accepting the hand up from the familiar face. Ben smiled for a brief moment, before ducking his head away from Dean’s fist. “You were supposed to stay with the Richardson’s.”
“I’m practically an- adult.” “15.”
Ben grabbed the car keys from Dean and dangled them mockingly. “Come on. 15, permit, the first car I’m driving is the Impala. Uncle Sammy said you were nearby, so I hitched a few miles.”
“You live in Nebraska. Welcome to Connecticut.” Dean pointed out, “And who said you could drive MY car. Sammy’s car works just fine.” Sam drove a hybrid that was made in a foreign country. Dean refused to acknowledge this fact out loud. It would be a disgrace to the Winchester name.
“But Ruby’s there with him and she’s an attention whore. Come on Dean. It’s a Winchester tradition.” Ben lovingly caressed the hood of the Impala, and Dean was once again reminded how alike they were.
“That’s why he was in such a hurry to go 'get burgers'.” Dean chuckled, “Way to go Sammy. If you scratch this car, I’m driving you back to Lincoln hogtied in the trunk.”
Dean got into the passenger seat and watched full of pride as Ben started her up and put her into gear. He was doing all of the required stuff, the mirrors the lights. He was calm too, most people would get intimidated driving a classic like the Impala. But it wasn’t until he put it into third and floored it, that Dean really felt like Ben was a Winchester.