Gabe/Impala fic
Title: Gabe/Impala fic
Author: Dire Banshee
Characters: Gabriel/Impala
Rating:NC-17 I guess, for some brief sexin'
Genre: total crack
Summary: Gabriel and the Impala bond. Written at four in the morning for the Gabriel kink_meme.
Gabriel stood in the nearly deserted parking lot of the Winchester's latest motel du jour, leaned up against a post, and letting his eyes glide over the sleek black lines of the Impala. He'd joined Team Free Will about a month ago, which was more than enough time to notice how Dean reacted to the car. At first, it had been fodder for quite a few jokes at the elder Winchester's expense but after a week of Sam's patented puppy eyes and Castiel's quiet looks of disapproval, some of the fun had gone out of it. Not enough to stop completely, mind, but enough for the archangel to stop and take a good long look at the fifth member of their little band. And she was, a part of the group that is. The Impala had been with the Winchester's for so long, soaking up their love and hate, joy and sorrow, their blood and sweat and tears, had been exposed to so much supernatural shit over the years, that the thing was damn near sentient.
Gabriel could almot feel her watching him, studying him as he studied her.
Tossing aside the empty Hersey's wrapper, he pushed away from the post he was leaned up against and slowly made his way to the car sitting silently in the lot. He approached her slowly, reaching one hand out to settle gently on her hood like he was gentling a spooked horse and not stroking a piece of machinery. He could feel the not-quite-awareness focusing on the spot his hand rested on, unsure of this new being.
"Easy girl," he said softly to that tiny spark. "I'm not gonna hurt ya."
He continued toward the back of the car, slowly running his hand over the slick black paint, picking up bits and pieces of history. Dean leaned against her hood and convincing his father to buy her instead of some crappy VW van, racing down a dark highway slick with rain as Metallica pounded out of her speakers, the high screech of metal as a semi tore into her and Dean meticulously piecing her back together, even if he did take that tire iron to her after losing his father but she forgave him Fascinated, Gabriel opened the nearest door and eased into the back seat, settling down into the leather and seeking out more flashes, more of the Impala's memories.
The back seat was full of memories. Most of them seemed to consist of one or the other of the boys bleeding onto her seats as his brother or their father commanded them to hang on, we're almost there, there were soft memories of the boys as children, curled around each other in their sleep as John steered the Impala down the highway, chasing ghosts and running from the memory of flames. Then, there was the good stuff. Dean lost his virginity there, so did Sam, and their parents had given the shocks a run for their money on more than one occasion and Gabriel snorted at the imparted knowledge that Dean had been concieved back here; hell, he'd almost been born here, in the middle of a January blizzard. There was another quick string of images, Dean's long line of girls for the most part, a brief impression of Castiel and that cute waitress from a couple towns back kissing heatedly as she worked her hand into his pants. Gabriel chuckled, he'd thought his little brother had looked a little more disheveled than usual that night.
Sam was worked into the barrage of memories as well, mostly studying but more than a couple sweaty encounters for him too and under it all, a low but steady thrum of love, contentment, something that might one day become lust radiating from the tiny ember of growing consciousness of the Impala. The angel didn't even realize it was affecting him until he'd already shoved his hand down his pants and was holding his erect cock in a firm grip. He started in surprise then closed his eyes and chuckled, relaxing into the soft leather as the Impala sent another wave of lovelustacceptance over him.
"Yeah," he said, working the fastenings of his jeans with one hand while the other stroked the seat beneath him. "I hear you, baby."
The car almost purred.
He came almost embarrassingly fast, barely ten strokes in he was spurting all over himself, a little falling onto the leather, disappearing like it had never been there, and Gabriel felt that spark of consciousness grow just a little more.
He cleaned himself with a snap of his fingers then laid down, his legs hanging out of the opened door, and relaxed into the seat, one hand absently stroking the soft leather.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmured as he floated in the afterglow of a really good orgasm. "I'll take care of 'em for you."