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"Dad? Something's up with the car." A fifteen year old Dean Winchester said to his father from the passenger seat of the black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, as they drove down the high way in the light of the setting sun.

John Winchester flicked his eyes over to his eldest son, wondering whether or not Dean was right. John himself had been feeling a niggling in the back of his mind for the past couple of hours. He had checked the car's engine before they had left town after the latest hunt. A wendigo in the north of Minnesota. But it had looked fine. Completely normal for a car that was already a couple of decades old.

Of course it was then the car decided it was a good time to contradict his findings and to prove his eldest car started to splutter and groan; never a good sign and John decided to pull over before the damned car decided to conk out in the middle of the high way.

"Knew it." Dean muttered to himself. John figured that he wasn't supposed to have heard, but the kid was right. Usually was when it came to this car.

A look of great concern and worry was on Dean's face as both father and son climbed out of the vehicle. Dean glanced back once into the back seat to check on Sammy who had fallen asleep and was laid out across the whole thing, his head behind John's seat so that Dean could see his face whilst they drove.

He moved around to the hood of the car which his father had already popped open, and was currently looking into with a look of pure annoyance on his face.

"Damned typical." John said to Dean as he too surveyed the damage to the inside of the Impala.

"We could try and fix it here with the stuff we've got," Dean suggested, trying to appease his father, "but that'll only get us maybe another few hours on the road, at the most. There'd be no way to make it all the way to Wyoming. And we'd probably have to stop off at mechanics on the way, and god only knows how long that would take them." Okay so he rambled a bit and it wasn't exactly the best thing he could have said to his dad, but the point was it was true and there was no point in saying it was all fine. The engine was a damned near mess.

John had a thoughtful look on his face as her contemplated the chaos that was the Impala's engine. Dean was right. They would only be able to get her running for a couple of hours with the limited tools that they had with them, and that was if they were damned lucky. And a mechanic would take too long to fix her up, using time that they didn't have to offer.

John suddenly came up with the perfect solution, a grin coming to his face as he did.

"We'll fix what we can and then take her to Bobby's." He said moving around to the rear of the vehicle to retrieve the small amount of mechanics tools that they actually had with them.

"Bobby's?" Dean asked confusion in his voice. "As in Uncle Bobby?" He continued as he followed his father around to the trunk, eyes moving over Sammy once more as he passed the rear window.

"Yeah. He owns a scrap yard, and he works on cars for a living even though he's a hunter too. He'll have all the things that we need to fix her up proper though, so don't worry." He spoke distractedly as he rummaged around amongst his collection of guns, knives and holy water, trying to find that damned wrench. He could have sworn it was here last time he looked.

"So we can fix her up there?" Dean asked hopefully, an eager look on his face. He remembered Bobby, albeit vaguely. He remembered him having a whole lot of land filled with old cars that he and Sam had played around in sometimes. It had been awesome, even if there were just kids then. Of course Dean considered himself a man now that he was fifteen. He knew how to drive a car for god's sake! And he had been hunting with his dad a couple of years now, ever since John had decided that Sammy was old enough to help out too and Dean didn't need to stay with him.

"Yup, hopefully shouldn't take too long cause' we'll be able to fix it ourselves. Then we can get back on the road and get back to checking out that possible in Wyoming.

Dean was glad at that prospect. He wanted their car fixed up as soon as possible. He wouldn't be able to cope if she was messed up for good, and he hated to see her hurting. He loved this car, more than was good to love an inanimate object. But hey, he was a guy after all. And besides, this car had good memories with her. It was the car his dad used to come home from work in, still did even if the type of job had changed. He had spent the past eleven years of his life driving around in this car with his dad and his little brother, kicking major monster ass along the way.

"C'mon." his dad said. "Give me a hand. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get to Bobby's place. He's only a couple of hours away, so we should get there by nine at the latest."

"'Kay dad, coming." Dean said, again checking that Sammy was still asleep as he walked past the rear windows.

Looking down at the Impala's engine, Dean couldn't help but grin as he grabbed up one of the tools and began to work with his dad on the engine. He loved working on the Impala, and he secretly loved being able to fix her with his dad. It wasn't often that they got to just hang out and work on a car like normal fathers and sons might do. It was freaking awesome.