Back in Black (Open)
Characters: Dean Winchester, and anybody else who wants to see the mysterious Impala
Time: Just after the meeting
Location: Outside the Feinberg Theater
Content: Reunited and it feels so good to be back in black.
Format: Prose or poster's choice
Warning: Winchester means profanity and innuendo abound.
Notes: Multiple threads welcome
Dean had hurried outside as soon as the doors re-opened. The wizards information just pointed out how really screwed they probably all were, but one thing was looking up. He approached the sleek black car, and ran his hand along the metal hood.
"Oh baby, have I missed you," he murmured to her. He then popped the hood, giving her a quick overview. Looks good so far. After closing the lid, he stepped around to the back to check the trunk. Especially the false bottom. It was all here, including Sam's duffel. He had kept it hidden in there with everything else under the tarp at the Braeden's garage. He then closed it up again, and opened the driver's door. He relaxed as he settled into the seat, the leather seat long since molded to his form. He started her up, and relaxed more at the purring engine. He grinned and patted the dash affectionately.
"I know, I know, baby. Been a long time."
Time: Just after the meeting
Location: Outside the Feinberg Theater
Content: Reunited and it feels so good to be back in black.
Format: Prose or poster's choice
Warning: Winchester means profanity and innuendo abound.
Notes: Multiple threads welcome
Dean had hurried outside as soon as the doors re-opened. The wizards information just pointed out how really screwed they probably all were, but one thing was looking up. He approached the sleek black car, and ran his hand along the metal hood.
"Oh baby, have I missed you," he murmured to her. He then popped the hood, giving her a quick overview. Looks good so far. After closing the lid, he stepped around to the back to check the trunk. Especially the false bottom. It was all here, including Sam's duffel. He had kept it hidden in there with everything else under the tarp at the Braeden's garage. He then closed it up again, and opened the driver's door. He relaxed as he settled into the seat, the leather seat long since molded to his form. He started her up, and relaxed more at the purring engine. He grinned and patted the dash affectionately.
"I know, I know, baby. Been a long time."