Don't Look Up - Fic, Supernatural Impala
Title: Don't Look Up
Pairing(s): Impala, Charger
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 679
A/N: Written for the spnland writing challenge some time ago. In belated celebration of Kimboosan’s birthday because we were discussing Impala and Coroner’s Van potential fic, and since it was Impala week at all_spn, thought I’d post it.
"Psst! Old lady."
She glanced back and saw it was that upstart that young Sam was driving. She wasn’t going to take the bait that he was throwing. She had too much class for that. She’d ignore him.
"Hey. You deaf too?"
Okay, so maybe she wouldn’t ignore him.
"Charming," she said. "Does Sam know how rude you are?"
"I’m just trying to be friendly here," the Charger answered, a soft purr that didn’t fool her. She’d run across his kind before, thinking they were all that just because they were the latest off the assembly line.
"Seems like we’ll be working together so I thought we could get to know each other. I could give you some tips, help you ease your way to retirement," he continued, the smooth vibration doing nothing but make her want to rev her engine. She was sure he was irritated by the occasions when Dean had purposely displayed her speed, kicking the gravel into the Charger's grill. She chuckled. No, he wasn’t going to get the upper hand here.
"Tips. I see. Well kid, you’d be wise to listen to this old lady if you want to learn anything."
"Seriously? What could you possibly teach me? I’ve got the latest and greatest gear and the best hunter behind the wheel."
It was one thing to insult her, she thought. It was another to make a disparaging remark about her Dean. It wasn't that she didn't love Sam too. After all, she had been charged with caring for both of the Winchester boys. The day John had decided to hand over her keys to Dean, John had told her to take good care of him. But she could tell that by the way he looked at the stuffed ashtray in the back seat, that he hoped that if Sam ever returned, that she would take care of him too. Hadn't she taken care of all the Winchester males over the years, she remembered thinking. She certainly wasn't going to stop then. But it was Dean that took care of her from that day onward, including nursing her back to health after she'd protected them all against the demon-driven semi that had damn near killed Dean. It was Dean that called her his baby, his sweetheart and she knew the Charger would never feel that kind of love.
"Listen kid. You may be shiny and new, but they call me a classic. I’ve seen both boys through more than you ever will. I’ve kept them safe and while you might not believe it, I was there when Sammy saved the world,” she said.
“That’s what I’m saying. Sam saved the world. Best hunter!”
She wanted to tell him that had it not been for Dean, Sam couldn’t have done it. It was a partnership between them and she liked to think she had a hand in that too.
“Face it,” he continued with that silky drone, “your time is done. You should consider leaving it to the next generation. We’re leaner and meaner. We don’t need your wide girth and all that metal to do the job.”
She sighed. This upstart didn’t get it. She might have a wide trunk, but it served the boys well. She might be heavy but that metal had saved their lives on more than one occasion. She’d like to see him face a semi and come out of it with anything intact. All the bells and whistles he might have would never replace her strength.
“So you think that your plastic bumpers and roof are going to protect...”
The loud crash cut her comments short. When the boys’ angel friend, Castiel hopped off the demolished roof of the Charger, she knew she had no need to finish. It was over for that member of the next generation of vehicles. She felt a twinge of guilt at his demise, particularly since she knew there would be no bringing him back. That twinge was replaced by her own sense of worth. They just didn’t make them like the Impala anymore.
Pairing(s): Impala, Charger
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 679
A/N: Written for the spnland writing challenge some time ago. In belated celebration of Kimboosan’s birthday because we were discussing Impala and Coroner’s Van potential fic, and since it was Impala week at all_spn, thought I’d post it.
"Psst! Old lady."
She glanced back and saw it was that upstart that young Sam was driving. She wasn’t going to take the bait that he was throwing. She had too much class for that. She’d ignore him.
"Hey. You deaf too?"
Okay, so maybe she wouldn’t ignore him.
"Charming," she said. "Does Sam know how rude you are?"
"I’m just trying to be friendly here," the Charger answered, a soft purr that didn’t fool her. She’d run across his kind before, thinking they were all that just because they were the latest off the assembly line.
"Seems like we’ll be working together so I thought we could get to know each other. I could give you some tips, help you ease your way to retirement," he continued, the smooth vibration doing nothing but make her want to rev her engine. She was sure he was irritated by the occasions when Dean had purposely displayed her speed, kicking the gravel into the Charger's grill. She chuckled. No, he wasn’t going to get the upper hand here.
"Tips. I see. Well kid, you’d be wise to listen to this old lady if you want to learn anything."
"Seriously? What could you possibly teach me? I’ve got the latest and greatest gear and the best hunter behind the wheel."
It was one thing to insult her, she thought. It was another to make a disparaging remark about her Dean. It wasn't that she didn't love Sam too. After all, she had been charged with caring for both of the Winchester boys. The day John had decided to hand over her keys to Dean, John had told her to take good care of him. But she could tell that by the way he looked at the stuffed ashtray in the back seat, that he hoped that if Sam ever returned, that she would take care of him too. Hadn't she taken care of all the Winchester males over the years, she remembered thinking. She certainly wasn't going to stop then. But it was Dean that took care of her from that day onward, including nursing her back to health after she'd protected them all against the demon-driven semi that had damn near killed Dean. It was Dean that called her his baby, his sweetheart and she knew the Charger would never feel that kind of love.
"Listen kid. You may be shiny and new, but they call me a classic. I’ve seen both boys through more than you ever will. I’ve kept them safe and while you might not believe it, I was there when Sammy saved the world,” she said.
“That’s what I’m saying. Sam saved the world. Best hunter!”
She wanted to tell him that had it not been for Dean, Sam couldn’t have done it. It was a partnership between them and she liked to think she had a hand in that too.
“Face it,” he continued with that silky drone, “your time is done. You should consider leaving it to the next generation. We’re leaner and meaner. We don’t need your wide girth and all that metal to do the job.”
She sighed. This upstart didn’t get it. She might have a wide trunk, but it served the boys well. She might be heavy but that metal had saved their lives on more than one occasion. She’d like to see him face a semi and come out of it with anything intact. All the bells and whistles he might have would never replace her strength.
“So you think that your plastic bumpers and roof are going to protect...”
The loud crash cut her comments short. When the boys’ angel friend, Castiel hopped off the demolished roof of the Charger, she knew she had no need to finish. It was over for that member of the next generation of vehicles. She felt a twinge of guilt at his demise, particularly since she knew there would be no bringing him back. That twinge was replaced by her own sense of worth. They just didn’t make them like the Impala anymore.