IDEK GUYS, IDEK.
So, er, over on comment_fic there might maybe have been a prompt that, er, I kind of took an interest in.
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I just wrote Bumblebee/The Impala. With a sideline of Dean/The Impala and OH GOD GUYS, REALLY?
It takes a while for Dean to work out what's going on. Acceptance usually has stages, after all.
Accepting that his car isn't really so much a car as a robot he's been hitching rides in? That's... that's a pretty big thing to accept.
Sam throws himself into researching robots - apparently Stanford had been pretty kick-ass when it came to advanced computers even if it hadn't been Sam's speciality - although half the time he just emerges shuddering and muttering about bizarre Japanese fetishes.
Dean throws himself into beer. Lots of beer.
It's kind of reassuring to find out that she is a she, or, er, identifies as a she, and that even if she apparently has a name of her own, she prefers being "The Impala" or "Dean's Girl". If he didn't know better, he'd think she was flirting with him half the time.
He hopes he knows better, anyway. She could crush him. He's been with big girls before but there's big and then there's big. A robot-car-girl is really big.
It's weirdly comforting to find that her voice rivals Kathleen Turner for hotness.
It's weirdly comforting to find he thinks his girl is just as hot in any form.
What isn't comforting is walking outside one day when they're parked out in the back end of nowhere and finding her missing, and once he takes a deep breath so he can start fully expressing his panic he finds said panic rudely interrupted by a deep mechanical rumble followed by a giggle.
He doesn't particularly need to be stealthy, given the increasingly loud clanging, whirring and feminine giggling covers up pretty much any noise he could make himself, but even so, Dean finds himself sneaking through the woods to find the source of a) the din, b) the sparks and c) his car's reason for disappearing off in the middle of the night.
He's kind of glad he decided to sneak; it means when he works out that the bright yellow and black robot on top of his girl isn't just wrestling with her, his loud exclamation of "Oh Hell no!" gets the attention it deserves.
It's been a very up and down and outright weird life for Dean.
But he figures asking another car about its intentions towards his car? Pretty much has to be as weird as it's ever going to get.
At least, he hopes so.
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I just wrote Bumblebee/The Impala. With a sideline of Dean/The Impala and OH GOD GUYS, REALLY?
It takes a while for Dean to work out what's going on. Acceptance usually has stages, after all.
Accepting that his car isn't really so much a car as a robot he's been hitching rides in? That's... that's a pretty big thing to accept.
Sam throws himself into researching robots - apparently Stanford had been pretty kick-ass when it came to advanced computers even if it hadn't been Sam's speciality - although half the time he just emerges shuddering and muttering about bizarre Japanese fetishes.
Dean throws himself into beer. Lots of beer.
It's kind of reassuring to find out that she is a she, or, er, identifies as a she, and that even if she apparently has a name of her own, she prefers being "The Impala" or "Dean's Girl". If he didn't know better, he'd think she was flirting with him half the time.
He hopes he knows better, anyway. She could crush him. He's been with big girls before but there's big and then there's big. A robot-car-girl is really big.
It's weirdly comforting to find that her voice rivals Kathleen Turner for hotness.
It's weirdly comforting to find he thinks his girl is just as hot in any form.
What isn't comforting is walking outside one day when they're parked out in the back end of nowhere and finding her missing, and once he takes a deep breath so he can start fully expressing his panic he finds said panic rudely interrupted by a deep mechanical rumble followed by a giggle.
He doesn't particularly need to be stealthy, given the increasingly loud clanging, whirring and feminine giggling covers up pretty much any noise he could make himself, but even so, Dean finds himself sneaking through the woods to find the source of a) the din, b) the sparks and c) his car's reason for disappearing off in the middle of the night.
He's kind of glad he decided to sneak; it means when he works out that the bright yellow and black robot on top of his girl isn't just wrestling with her, his loud exclamation of "Oh Hell no!" gets the attention it deserves.
It's been a very up and down and outright weird life for Dean.
But he figures asking another car about its intentions towards his car? Pretty much has to be as weird as it's ever going to get.
At least, he hopes so.