A million voices will leave her... (Supernatural, Dean/Impala, R) 1/1
Title: A million voices will leave her...
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Warnings: het (Dean/human!female!Impala)
Spoilers: Up to "Scarecrow." Takes place in the same universe as "And then I danced another dance."
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title from "Anna Maria," by boa.
Notes: For nymeria and all of those that believe Dean/Impala is the OTP.
Summary: Sam is certain that Dean talks to himself.
A million voices will leave her...
By Spinny Roses
Sam is certain that Dean talks to himself. Not the distracted mutter of someone trying to work out a puzzle, but full out, schizophrenic, "the voices told me to burn things" talking. Good thing: Dean doesn't do it around Sam. Bad thing: Dean still talks to himself.
It usually happens when Sam's in the bathroom, washing away drying monster o' the week guts. He turns off the water and hears Dean's voice saying... something. By the time he dries off enough not to leave sopping wet footprints across the dingy motel carpet, Dean is quiet and sometimes is cleaning a weapon.
This would normally worry Sam, but Dean's calmer during these times. Whatever voice he's chatting it up with, it gives him good advice and helps him out. What does worry Sam, though, is that someday Dean will start talking during the wrong time and say the wrong things.
Something like that could have his big brother taken away from him, and after what happened in Indiana, Sam's not ready to be separated permanently from Dean.
So Sam's about ready to talk about this with Dean when the bastard speaks up.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean says idly, just barely holding back some weird emotion in his voice. As he talks on, Sam still can't pin it down. "We're getting low on gauze. Why don't you go get some." Of course, the last part was more an order than a question, that is just how Dean operates.
Sam's about to argue this but Dean's right. So he holds out his hand, barking out "Keys."
Dean just gives Sam this Look. It was like Sam had just asked Dean if he could take the Impala through a cornfield at 80 mph with bubblegum pop blasting from the speakers and his hand curled around a light beer. Before Sam can say anything, Dean snorts. "No way, dude," he drawls. "You need the walk. Hey," he throws in as Sam just turns away, exasperated. "Pick up some M&Ms while you're out."
"Oh, fuck you, dude."
Okay, so Sam has no idea why Dean can eat what he wants and be buff while Sam has to watch what he eats. If you ask him, Sam would guess because he probably took after Mom in that respect. Dad and Dean can eat the worst shit for your bodies ever, and be fine, so it was obvious Sam didn't take after John. Sam had finished that grumbling halfway back to the motel, and was trying to come up with something new when he notices something missing.
"Fuck you, Dean," he grumbles, shoving the bags up on his arm while fumbling with the key. He breaks off that grousing when he hears the sound of a girl moaning behind the door. And of course, Dean's voice is always unmistakable. He was in there with a girl which... fuck. Someone stole the Impala.
Sam wasn't looking forward to this. So he opens the door, eyes averted so he wouldn't have to watch his brother having sex, and takes a deep breath that he promptly chokes on when the girl says angrily, "Sam, get out."
Okaaaay. It wasn't just the fact a girl he's never seen before said his name, she said it with familiarity and long-suffering annoyance. Sam's head snaps up, to the girl riding his brother. She's not what he normally goes for. She's tall, for one. And if she can't pick Dean up and haul him over her shoulder, it would only be a matter of time. Her skin is almost pitch black, almost as dark as her hair.
And Sam feels like he knows this girl. She rolls her eyes and whispers something to Dean, who just groans as she pulls herself off his cock. And yeah, he's still hard as hell and Sam is going to pay for this. He just knows it. The girl walks over to him, her skin strangely shiny and Sam can't really make out why he doesn't believe it's because of sweat.
"Get out," she instructs, pushing at him. Sam resists, because there's something wrong about her face.
"Um..."
She lets out a disgusted sound and Sam knew that sound. He knew it from when he was learning how to drive and he'd sneak into the Impala for rides. From how it sounded after Jericho until Dean took it out alone to fix it. Sam just looks up at Dean, then down at what shouldn't be.
Dean gets up off the bed, grabbing the bags. "Moon's almost gone. Besides, the moment's broken, shot, and chewed on by a chupacabra." He leans over to kiss the girl, only to meet air as she disappears. Sam turns, seeing the Impala sitting in its spot, shining obscenely. He turns back to his older brother, then points back and forth between the two.
Finally, he croaks out, "Dude, that's just gross."
Dean just smiles, popping an M&M in his mouth.
"Dean! Please. Clothes."
---
Sam wakes up a month later to see the girl standing over him. Apparently clothes were forbidden on the human form of a car and wow that was weird. The girl just grabs him and pulls him up. "Uh."
"Look, asshole, you've done a lot to me in the last few years. But damn it, at least don't walk in on me and your brother having sex, okay?" She lets him go and runs a hand through her hair. "And we just had enough moon to actually do something..."
Sam sits up, a hand on a knife. Yeah, Dean might kill him for hurting his car, but he'd rather have certain parts of his body in one piece. The Impala sits down, looking at Dean's empty bed. She nods to it, then outside. "He's smoking. Sam, damn it, what were you thinking?"
"Um." He just had one more hurdle to jump over, which is there is a naked girl sitting here that is the human form of my brother's car and okay, Sam's still not accepting this. "How?"
She looks at him, not believing what came out of his mouth. "Ho- what do- you..." She throws her hands up, standing. "Fine. You've heard of Pygmalion and Galatea, right?"
Sam nods, that hurdle being jumped over as his head moves. "Yeah. So he... okay, I knew he loved his car and all but this is kinda wrong."
Yeah, if she can't pick Dean up and carry him, it's only a matter of time. Sam rubs his head, ears ringing from her slap. "Asshole," she mutters. "You don't even realize what Dean's done for you." She smiles at him, more a baring of teeth, at his nonplussed look. "Ever wonder why you were actually able to go to college? While you were sleeping away, he used to come out and lay in my backseat. Bitched up a storm about you leaving, you know. Cried a few times, waking up from nightmares about you or John dying because you weren't with them." She looks at nothing, remembering. "Then you nearly got killed."
Sam remembers that. Dean had to hold his guts in after killing a wyvern, and they hadn't seen him or the car for days. John and Dean had talked for a while when he came back, and Sam still didn't know what happened, but right after that John had come to him saying that he can go to college, but he either had to stay or go and stay gone. "Yeah."
"You nearly got yourself killed because you hated the hunt so much, and he knew it." She stands, sighing. "Sam, you ass, look what he's done for you. He keeps saving your ass, and the one time he has a chance to be happy, you say it's gross. Ungrateful asshole."
"So it's perfectly okay for my brother to have sex with his car?" Sam asks pointedly. "Which I'm not completely sure that-"
That one is going to leave a bruise. She uncurls her fist, glaring at him. "Are you not understanding what's going on here? How does Dean act before he has time with me? After? Dean comes to talk to me or let loose some tension. You get your back covered by a happy brother and stay alive. The fact he's fucking his car shouldn't even enter this equation."
Sam touches his cheek, and opens his mouth just as the room goes dark and the girl disappears. There's a second, then Dean comes in reeking of smoke. He looks over Sam, then bends down to unlace his boots. "Have a nice chat?" Dean yanks off one boot, vicious. "Learn anything new?"
"Dean... man... how can you- I mean, the car and-"
Dean shucks off his smoke logged jacket, tossing it into the chair. "Yeah. The car. Get over it, alright?" Without looking, he grabs a pair of sleeping shorts out of his bag.
"Dean," Sam tries again. "With all the stuff we've gone up against and... I mean, are you sure that-"
"Yes, Sam." Dean pulls off his jeans and throws them to one side. "Dude, of course I've thought of that. Went through the whole bullshit when she first started showing up. She's a good spirit, okay?"
"Is that like a 'Good Witch'?" Sam shoots back, for some bizarre reason Billie Burke's prim voice coming to mind.
"Dude, the next time you watch late night TV, you might want to stick with informercials. Look, just... don't. Alright? Back off."
Sam closes his mouth, and lays back down. It's probably better to go to sleep, anyway, then get in a fight with Dean. But there is just one more thing that Sam has to know.
"Dean, are you in love with her?"
Dean doesn't answer, and climbs into bed. The silence is answer enough.
End
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Warnings: het (Dean/human!female!Impala)
Spoilers: Up to "Scarecrow." Takes place in the same universe as "And then I danced another dance."
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title from "Anna Maria," by boa.
Notes: For nymeria and all of those that believe Dean/Impala is the OTP.
Summary: Sam is certain that Dean talks to himself.
A million voices will leave her...
By Spinny Roses
Sam is certain that Dean talks to himself. Not the distracted mutter of someone trying to work out a puzzle, but full out, schizophrenic, "the voices told me to burn things" talking. Good thing: Dean doesn't do it around Sam. Bad thing: Dean still talks to himself.
It usually happens when Sam's in the bathroom, washing away drying monster o' the week guts. He turns off the water and hears Dean's voice saying... something. By the time he dries off enough not to leave sopping wet footprints across the dingy motel carpet, Dean is quiet and sometimes is cleaning a weapon.
This would normally worry Sam, but Dean's calmer during these times. Whatever voice he's chatting it up with, it gives him good advice and helps him out. What does worry Sam, though, is that someday Dean will start talking during the wrong time and say the wrong things.
Something like that could have his big brother taken away from him, and after what happened in Indiana, Sam's not ready to be separated permanently from Dean.
So Sam's about ready to talk about this with Dean when the bastard speaks up.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean says idly, just barely holding back some weird emotion in his voice. As he talks on, Sam still can't pin it down. "We're getting low on gauze. Why don't you go get some." Of course, the last part was more an order than a question, that is just how Dean operates.
Sam's about to argue this but Dean's right. So he holds out his hand, barking out "Keys."
Dean just gives Sam this Look. It was like Sam had just asked Dean if he could take the Impala through a cornfield at 80 mph with bubblegum pop blasting from the speakers and his hand curled around a light beer. Before Sam can say anything, Dean snorts. "No way, dude," he drawls. "You need the walk. Hey," he throws in as Sam just turns away, exasperated. "Pick up some M&Ms while you're out."
"Oh, fuck you, dude."
Okay, so Sam has no idea why Dean can eat what he wants and be buff while Sam has to watch what he eats. If you ask him, Sam would guess because he probably took after Mom in that respect. Dad and Dean can eat the worst shit for your bodies ever, and be fine, so it was obvious Sam didn't take after John. Sam had finished that grumbling halfway back to the motel, and was trying to come up with something new when he notices something missing.
"Fuck you, Dean," he grumbles, shoving the bags up on his arm while fumbling with the key. He breaks off that grousing when he hears the sound of a girl moaning behind the door. And of course, Dean's voice is always unmistakable. He was in there with a girl which... fuck. Someone stole the Impala.
Sam wasn't looking forward to this. So he opens the door, eyes averted so he wouldn't have to watch his brother having sex, and takes a deep breath that he promptly chokes on when the girl says angrily, "Sam, get out."
Okaaaay. It wasn't just the fact a girl he's never seen before said his name, she said it with familiarity and long-suffering annoyance. Sam's head snaps up, to the girl riding his brother. She's not what he normally goes for. She's tall, for one. And if she can't pick Dean up and haul him over her shoulder, it would only be a matter of time. Her skin is almost pitch black, almost as dark as her hair.
And Sam feels like he knows this girl. She rolls her eyes and whispers something to Dean, who just groans as she pulls herself off his cock. And yeah, he's still hard as hell and Sam is going to pay for this. He just knows it. The girl walks over to him, her skin strangely shiny and Sam can't really make out why he doesn't believe it's because of sweat.
"Get out," she instructs, pushing at him. Sam resists, because there's something wrong about her face.
"Um..."
She lets out a disgusted sound and Sam knew that sound. He knew it from when he was learning how to drive and he'd sneak into the Impala for rides. From how it sounded after Jericho until Dean took it out alone to fix it. Sam just looks up at Dean, then down at what shouldn't be.
Dean gets up off the bed, grabbing the bags. "Moon's almost gone. Besides, the moment's broken, shot, and chewed on by a chupacabra." He leans over to kiss the girl, only to meet air as she disappears. Sam turns, seeing the Impala sitting in its spot, shining obscenely. He turns back to his older brother, then points back and forth between the two.
Finally, he croaks out, "Dude, that's just gross."
Dean just smiles, popping an M&M in his mouth.
"Dean! Please. Clothes."
---
Sam wakes up a month later to see the girl standing over him. Apparently clothes were forbidden on the human form of a car and wow that was weird. The girl just grabs him and pulls him up. "Uh."
"Look, asshole, you've done a lot to me in the last few years. But damn it, at least don't walk in on me and your brother having sex, okay?" She lets him go and runs a hand through her hair. "And we just had enough moon to actually do something..."
Sam sits up, a hand on a knife. Yeah, Dean might kill him for hurting his car, but he'd rather have certain parts of his body in one piece. The Impala sits down, looking at Dean's empty bed. She nods to it, then outside. "He's smoking. Sam, damn it, what were you thinking?"
"Um." He just had one more hurdle to jump over, which is there is a naked girl sitting here that is the human form of my brother's car and okay, Sam's still not accepting this. "How?"
She looks at him, not believing what came out of his mouth. "Ho- what do- you..." She throws her hands up, standing. "Fine. You've heard of Pygmalion and Galatea, right?"
Sam nods, that hurdle being jumped over as his head moves. "Yeah. So he... okay, I knew he loved his car and all but this is kinda wrong."
Yeah, if she can't pick Dean up and carry him, it's only a matter of time. Sam rubs his head, ears ringing from her slap. "Asshole," she mutters. "You don't even realize what Dean's done for you." She smiles at him, more a baring of teeth, at his nonplussed look. "Ever wonder why you were actually able to go to college? While you were sleeping away, he used to come out and lay in my backseat. Bitched up a storm about you leaving, you know. Cried a few times, waking up from nightmares about you or John dying because you weren't with them." She looks at nothing, remembering. "Then you nearly got killed."
Sam remembers that. Dean had to hold his guts in after killing a wyvern, and they hadn't seen him or the car for days. John and Dean had talked for a while when he came back, and Sam still didn't know what happened, but right after that John had come to him saying that he can go to college, but he either had to stay or go and stay gone. "Yeah."
"You nearly got yourself killed because you hated the hunt so much, and he knew it." She stands, sighing. "Sam, you ass, look what he's done for you. He keeps saving your ass, and the one time he has a chance to be happy, you say it's gross. Ungrateful asshole."
"So it's perfectly okay for my brother to have sex with his car?" Sam asks pointedly. "Which I'm not completely sure that-"
That one is going to leave a bruise. She uncurls her fist, glaring at him. "Are you not understanding what's going on here? How does Dean act before he has time with me? After? Dean comes to talk to me or let loose some tension. You get your back covered by a happy brother and stay alive. The fact he's fucking his car shouldn't even enter this equation."
Sam touches his cheek, and opens his mouth just as the room goes dark and the girl disappears. There's a second, then Dean comes in reeking of smoke. He looks over Sam, then bends down to unlace his boots. "Have a nice chat?" Dean yanks off one boot, vicious. "Learn anything new?"
"Dean... man... how can you- I mean, the car and-"
Dean shucks off his smoke logged jacket, tossing it into the chair. "Yeah. The car. Get over it, alright?" Without looking, he grabs a pair of sleeping shorts out of his bag.
"Dean," Sam tries again. "With all the stuff we've gone up against and... I mean, are you sure that-"
"Yes, Sam." Dean pulls off his jeans and throws them to one side. "Dude, of course I've thought of that. Went through the whole bullshit when she first started showing up. She's a good spirit, okay?"
"Is that like a 'Good Witch'?" Sam shoots back, for some bizarre reason Billie Burke's prim voice coming to mind.
"Dude, the next time you watch late night TV, you might want to stick with informercials. Look, just... don't. Alright? Back off."
Sam closes his mouth, and lays back down. It's probably better to go to sleep, anyway, then get in a fight with Dean. But there is just one more thing that Sam has to know.
"Dean, are you in love with her?"
Dean doesn't answer, and climbs into bed. The silence is answer enough.
End