The Idol of Dean Winchester
A/N: This is based off of something I heard Jensen say on a video of NashCon 2011. So I thought this would be funny to do (:. Hope you enjoy!
Driving back from a hunt in the dark, muddy woods outside of Boston, Dean was sore and tired, Sam was covered in mud from head to toe. He was actually surprised that Dean had even considered letting him in the car like this, but he had to laugh. He looked like a monster covered in mud and dried leaves. Dean laughed a bit too, but then watched as Sam wiped some mud off of his eye and threw it to the ground. That's when the car suddenly stopped.
"What the hell?" Sam asked. "Dean, what's your problem?"
"My…I didn't do anything." He said. He got out of the car, as did Sam. Dean was about to touch the hood when he heard something.
"Hello Dean." Dean took a step back, hands in the air.
"What the hell?" He asked. He looked over at Sam, who had shrugged.
"It's me, your car." The voice said. "I am Impala and I have been waiting for some time to talk to you."
"Talk?" Dean said. "Is this one of my weird alcohol fueled dreams?"
"I am no dream Dean." The Impala said. "I am more like a modern God. So I must request that you bow down to me." Dean instantly bowed down before the car. Sam rolled his eyes. Only Dean would bow down to a car god. "And as for you Sammy, if you plug an iPod into my systems one more time, I will throw you out and run over you, understand?"
"Yeah, yeah." Sam said. Dean hit him in the leg, making Sam look down at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Do disrespect the god." He said. Sam rolled his eyes but humored Dean by bowing down. He hoped this wasn't going to last long, because Dean babying his car was one thing, but Dean worshipping his car as a god, well, that was another story.
The End