New Life (Cracky Drabble, PG)
Title: New Life
Author: Vera
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Warnings: hints at cross-dressing
Word Count: 581
Summary: The challenge (at spnland) was to write a ficlet from an inanimated object's POV. This is mine.
Author’s Note: This is pretty much just crack. I don't even know.
Even though I was brutally ripped apart and then just left here with strangers, discarded by my owner, my life has been pretty good since that traumatic night. It took a while for me to get used to seeing my tormentor daily, but with time, I’ve actually grown quite fond of him. ‘Dean’, his travel companion calls him.
Dean loves his car and spends a lot of time cleaning it. I wish he’d care as much for every object, for then he wouldn’t have hurt me like he did. But then, he also never cleans the inside, or he’d have found me by now, stuck here between the backseats, just a tiny lacy trim peaking out.
It was suffocating at first, but now I am used to the dark. It’s warm and comfy. And they both spend a lot of time in here, keeping me entertained. Sometimes there’s this third hunk riding in the backseat, almost sitting on top of me. I still don’t quite understand how he just pops in and out of here while the car is driving, but then, a lot of what the two boys in the front say makes no sense either.
One time, he actually saw me. The mysterious stranger in the backseat. Dean calls him ‘Cas’. He poked at me curiously and then, when night had fallen and the boys had left, he came back. He pulled me out of my confinement and I was scared, because I’d gotten so used to it by now. But I was also kind of excited about maybe having a new owner. Although I wondered what this Cas might want with me, for Cas wasn’t short for Cassandra.
I think he wondered the same thing as he held me out in front of him and fitted me over his trench coat, cupping me with both hands and feeling me up. I was always quite proud of my silky smoothness, but I am afraid months of being stuck in the backseat have ruined my skin.
I watched us in the rear view mirror, him staring down at me with a cocked, curious expression, me, mourning my loss of color and spark. When our eyes finally met, his mouth opened in a perfect ‘oh’ before he just dropped me. He stroked his finger along my seam then, noticing my scars, realizing I was imperfect now. Broken. Then he stuffed me back between the cushions, making very sure I was there in just the same position as before, same amount of lace poking out. I should be grateful that he left me this opportunity to breathe, but at that moment, I was too devastated.
Discarded again.
But I am over it. If he wanted to, he could have had me. But I am on my own now and I like it. I like being around my boys. I can still feel Cas sneaking wistful glances at me whenever he is in the backseat, but I know he will leave me alone. I am not for him and he is not for me. I’m free now, not owned by anybody. I should be grateful to Dean. And maybe one day, he’ll get me some company. I saw a few more colleagues pop in and out of here, but none of them stayed. It’s okay though. I’ve got time. And like I said, it’s really quite okay here. I’ve got three pretty boys to keep me entertained. What more could a girl want?
Author: Vera
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Warnings: hints at cross-dressing
Word Count: 581
Summary: The challenge (at spnland) was to write a ficlet from an inanimated object's POV. This is mine.
Author’s Note: This is pretty much just crack. I don't even know.
Even though I was brutally ripped apart and then just left here with strangers, discarded by my owner, my life has been pretty good since that traumatic night. It took a while for me to get used to seeing my tormentor daily, but with time, I’ve actually grown quite fond of him. ‘Dean’, his travel companion calls him.
Dean loves his car and spends a lot of time cleaning it. I wish he’d care as much for every object, for then he wouldn’t have hurt me like he did. But then, he also never cleans the inside, or he’d have found me by now, stuck here between the backseats, just a tiny lacy trim peaking out.
It was suffocating at first, but now I am used to the dark. It’s warm and comfy. And they both spend a lot of time in here, keeping me entertained. Sometimes there’s this third hunk riding in the backseat, almost sitting on top of me. I still don’t quite understand how he just pops in and out of here while the car is driving, but then, a lot of what the two boys in the front say makes no sense either.
One time, he actually saw me. The mysterious stranger in the backseat. Dean calls him ‘Cas’. He poked at me curiously and then, when night had fallen and the boys had left, he came back. He pulled me out of my confinement and I was scared, because I’d gotten so used to it by now. But I was also kind of excited about maybe having a new owner. Although I wondered what this Cas might want with me, for Cas wasn’t short for Cassandra.
I think he wondered the same thing as he held me out in front of him and fitted me over his trench coat, cupping me with both hands and feeling me up. I was always quite proud of my silky smoothness, but I am afraid months of being stuck in the backseat have ruined my skin.
I watched us in the rear view mirror, him staring down at me with a cocked, curious expression, me, mourning my loss of color and spark. When our eyes finally met, his mouth opened in a perfect ‘oh’ before he just dropped me. He stroked his finger along my seam then, noticing my scars, realizing I was imperfect now. Broken. Then he stuffed me back between the cushions, making very sure I was there in just the same position as before, same amount of lace poking out. I should be grateful that he left me this opportunity to breathe, but at that moment, I was too devastated.
Discarded again.
But I am over it. If he wanted to, he could have had me. But I am on my own now and I like it. I like being around my boys. I can still feel Cas sneaking wistful glances at me whenever he is in the backseat, but I know he will leave me alone. I am not for him and he is not for me. I’m free now, not owned by anybody. I should be grateful to Dean. And maybe one day, he’ll get me some company. I saw a few more colleagues pop in and out of here, but none of them stayed. It’s okay though. I’ve got time. And like I said, it’s really quite okay here. I’ve got three pretty boys to keep me entertained. What more could a girl want?