FIC; Transformers/Supernatural xover
[Title]Look What My Baby Can Do
[Author] dramaphile
[Fandom] Supernatural/Transformers Crossover. Gen, but on crack.
[Characters] Sam, Dean, the Impala
[Words] 700
[Summary] The impala is a transformer. shuddup.
[notes] I blame this entirely on arabella_hope and my boyfriend, who showed me the Transformers trailer.
ETA There is now a sequel, Manual override
Sam and Dean have started watching the news after word got out about the fucking scary shit that's been going on. Seriously, cars and helicopters and shit turning into evil robot monsters? So not in their realm of expertise, but it's fucking cool to watch on tv. Plus, who'd send one of those things out to Bumfuck, Colorado?
Sam should have known they were being too cocky.
They stop at a rest stop along the interstate, fifty miles to nowhere, where there’s a crusty-looking diner full of crusty-looking truckers and a building with bathrooms and pay showers. Dean’s been driving all day, despite Sam’s offers to take over the wheel, and they need some rest before they continue on. There’s a strong possibility that a couple of hundred miles away in Utah, there’s a demon possession that needs seeing-to, and the boys need to get their minds off of whatever the fuck else is going on in the world.
After being freshly-scrubbed and halfway through a greasy meatloaf special, Sam hears it rather than sees it- this sickening crunch and grind of metal shifting, gears turning. And then, what’s probably a truckstop hooker screaming bloody murder before being eerily silenced. Oh shit.
Everyone rushes to the windows, pressing their faces to the glass and watch as what was once a semi stomps around the rest stop parking lot, robot arms flailing, knocking over trucks and squashing the people that haven’t managed to take cover.
“Fuck, my rig!” moans some hillbilly trucker as the robot-monster-thing punches its giant fist down inside the cab of another semi and then knocks the trailer on its side.
Sam doesn’t even realize that Dean is gone until he sees him dart across the lot, running full speed toward the impala. He scrambles outside after Dean, screaming, “What the fuck are you doing, dude?” knowing exactly what Dean’s doing- saving his baby. The impala’s already had one run-in with a semi, and damned if Dean isn’t set on protecting his car this time.
“Dean, NO!” Sam screams, starting to go hoarse, because that giant fucking robot has turned, and starts going after Dean, right toward the impala. “FUCK!” is all he can yell in frustration because Sam doesn’t know how the fuck to beat a giant robot that used to be a truck, and Dean’s practically within squashing distance and then-
Holy shit.
The impala lurches suddenly, a screeching grind of metal, and opens up and Sam can’t believe his fucking eyes because the car’s a fucking robot, too. He’s stuck between instantaneous glee and horror, because Dean’s standing right next to the impala robot, and aren’t all giant car robots evil?
“DEAN!” he screams again, trying desperately to get Dean to stop staring at his car and run the fuck away, but Dean doesn’t budge, just stands there, grinning like an idiot, because it is pretty goddamn cool, but the semi’s closing in, ready to squash Dean like a cockroach, and the Impala-bot rears up too, but it’s facing the semi-bot, and it’s- protecting Dean? Holy shit.
The impala-bot steps forward, engaging the semi, and fuck if that’s not insanely hot. The two bots grapple, and Sam’s screaming, cheering their car on, because what else is there to do when your car turns into a giant fucking combat robot. Metal crunches, and it’s a close fight, the bots throwing each other across the parking lot, grappling, kicking ass, and the impala-bot grabs the semi and tosses it like a rag doll into a tanker truck. Sam and Dean have only a second to realize they should duck, NOW, and the Impala crouches over Dean, protecting him from the blast as the tanker explodes, taking the semi-bot with it.
Sam races over to Dean, who’s lying flat on his back with the impala-bot practically on top of him, laughing hysterically.
“Did you see that, Sam?” he laughs, giddy and grinning and shaking, “Look at what my baby can do!” Sam swears he can see tears forming in the corners of Dean’s eyes, but Dean would never admit to it.
“Yeah, that was amazing!” The impala-bot reaches down to Dean with one robotic hand-claw-thing, touching his face gently, and Dean touches it back, stroking his hand over the painted-black finish.
“I knew she was more than a car!” he says, eyes sparkling, and Sam can’t help but laugh at how fucking absurd, and yet oddly logical all of this is.
Sequel: Manual Override
[Author] dramaphile
[Fandom] Supernatural/Transformers Crossover. Gen, but on crack.
[Characters] Sam, Dean, the Impala
[Words] 700
[Summary] The impala is a transformer. shuddup.
[notes] I blame this entirely on arabella_hope and my boyfriend, who showed me the Transformers trailer.
ETA There is now a sequel, Manual override
Sam and Dean have started watching the news after word got out about the fucking scary shit that's been going on. Seriously, cars and helicopters and shit turning into evil robot monsters? So not in their realm of expertise, but it's fucking cool to watch on tv. Plus, who'd send one of those things out to Bumfuck, Colorado?
Sam should have known they were being too cocky.
They stop at a rest stop along the interstate, fifty miles to nowhere, where there’s a crusty-looking diner full of crusty-looking truckers and a building with bathrooms and pay showers. Dean’s been driving all day, despite Sam’s offers to take over the wheel, and they need some rest before they continue on. There’s a strong possibility that a couple of hundred miles away in Utah, there’s a demon possession that needs seeing-to, and the boys need to get their minds off of whatever the fuck else is going on in the world.
After being freshly-scrubbed and halfway through a greasy meatloaf special, Sam hears it rather than sees it- this sickening crunch and grind of metal shifting, gears turning. And then, what’s probably a truckstop hooker screaming bloody murder before being eerily silenced. Oh shit.
Everyone rushes to the windows, pressing their faces to the glass and watch as what was once a semi stomps around the rest stop parking lot, robot arms flailing, knocking over trucks and squashing the people that haven’t managed to take cover.
“Fuck, my rig!” moans some hillbilly trucker as the robot-monster-thing punches its giant fist down inside the cab of another semi and then knocks the trailer on its side.
Sam doesn’t even realize that Dean is gone until he sees him dart across the lot, running full speed toward the impala. He scrambles outside after Dean, screaming, “What the fuck are you doing, dude?” knowing exactly what Dean’s doing- saving his baby. The impala’s already had one run-in with a semi, and damned if Dean isn’t set on protecting his car this time.
“Dean, NO!” Sam screams, starting to go hoarse, because that giant fucking robot has turned, and starts going after Dean, right toward the impala. “FUCK!” is all he can yell in frustration because Sam doesn’t know how the fuck to beat a giant robot that used to be a truck, and Dean’s practically within squashing distance and then-
Holy shit.
The impala lurches suddenly, a screeching grind of metal, and opens up and Sam can’t believe his fucking eyes because the car’s a fucking robot, too. He’s stuck between instantaneous glee and horror, because Dean’s standing right next to the impala robot, and aren’t all giant car robots evil?
“DEAN!” he screams again, trying desperately to get Dean to stop staring at his car and run the fuck away, but Dean doesn’t budge, just stands there, grinning like an idiot, because it is pretty goddamn cool, but the semi’s closing in, ready to squash Dean like a cockroach, and the Impala-bot rears up too, but it’s facing the semi-bot, and it’s- protecting Dean? Holy shit.
The impala-bot steps forward, engaging the semi, and fuck if that’s not insanely hot. The two bots grapple, and Sam’s screaming, cheering their car on, because what else is there to do when your car turns into a giant fucking combat robot. Metal crunches, and it’s a close fight, the bots throwing each other across the parking lot, grappling, kicking ass, and the impala-bot grabs the semi and tosses it like a rag doll into a tanker truck. Sam and Dean have only a second to realize they should duck, NOW, and the Impala crouches over Dean, protecting him from the blast as the tanker explodes, taking the semi-bot with it.
Sam races over to Dean, who’s lying flat on his back with the impala-bot practically on top of him, laughing hysterically.
“Did you see that, Sam?” he laughs, giddy and grinning and shaking, “Look at what my baby can do!” Sam swears he can see tears forming in the corners of Dean’s eyes, but Dean would never admit to it.
“Yeah, that was amazing!” The impala-bot reaches down to Dean with one robotic hand-claw-thing, touching his face gently, and Dean touches it back, stroking his hand over the painted-black finish.
“I knew she was more than a car!” he says, eyes sparkling, and Sam can’t help but laugh at how fucking absurd, and yet oddly logical all of this is.
Sequel: Manual Override