Just a quick story that was inspired by a tumblr post. The song is AC/DC's Back in Black, mixed with the sounds of an Impala. This is my post, to be exact: ( post/ 50202635709/ silverstark-ellieiero-everydayimcumblrin) Yes, I am naeshira on tumblr.
It had been a long night. Kidnapping ghosts bent on vengeance, FBI agents with leather jackets and shotguns, something about salt, and lots of shouting and shooting.
A ghost had been stealing your air until you'd passed out. The last thing you remember was the vague recollection of strong arms settling you into a rough leather back seat.
When you wake up, the car is moving. The drive is smooth, and your face is smooshed into a slightly musky, sweaty-smelling jacket - a makeshift pillow. It sounds like an old car, it roars when it speeds up and the engine is a gentle grumble. This was certainly no Prius.
You stay quiet for a moment, figuring out where you are. The guitar chords of AC/DC's Back in Black are singing out of the speakers quietly. Somebody mumbles something in the front seat, and is answered in a deeper grumble. They still think you're asleep.
You realize your foot's fallen asleep, so you shift and sigh tiredly. Stretching, you look towards the front of the car. A pair of green eyes glance up in the rearview mirror, and the man smiles. "Morning, ghost-bait!" he says. "About seventeen miles back to town, but we're gonna take a pit stop at the next gas station. Need anything?"
The other man, the one with long hair, turns in his seat to look at you as you sit up, automatically grabbing for a seatbelt. "We'll have you home soon." he says.
You just nod and smile, "Thanks."
Outside, the sky is turning grey, and the sun is rising. The song ends, but the car keeps rumbling on, and the driver reaches down to eject his tape.