Driver Picks the Music, Shotgun Has a Breakdown

by Daria234

Sam struggles with whether to install an ipod in the Impala; he's not dealing well with being apart from Dean. Angsty mini-fic about the time when Dean was gone.

Written for comment_fic on Livejournal

Prompt was Sam installs the iPod in the Impala

The wires kept tangling. He would have to cut a hole through the vinyl right there to pull the wires through.

Shit. He would have to cut a hole.

Dean was going to kick his ass.

But Dean's not coming back, Sam reminded himself.

Then he thought: 'But I might end up in hell, and I might end up being tortured right next to Dean, and if he finds about that I cut his baby, he might still kick my ass.'

Sam actually smiled for a second at the thought. He got an Xacto knife and shoved his body sideways into the car to get a better angle and make the cut at small as possible.

Still, he hesitated as the blade hung over the vinyl.

'Dude, it's just an ipod,' he told himself.

'Don't be such a wuss,' he told himself.

'It's just a car,' he told himself, but even he didn't believe that one.

Sam put the knife down. He couldn't do this. Hell, taking care of the Impala was practically Dean's dying wish. Did he really need new music that badly?

But then Sam thought about the last few weeks. Sobbing as he drove all night looking for leads on a deal that nobody would make. Looking for tricksters and witches and any other beings that all ended up being false hope.

And when he needed help staying awake in the long drives, he would have to turn on the music.

Dean's music.

And he would see Dean rocking out to some bad 80's riff. Dean playing air guitar to Survivor, Dean telling him to shut his cakehole when he complained about the music, Dean describing in detail what precisely he would like to do with Joan Jett.

Dean's smile of innocent joy when AC/DC came on.

Dean's head moving with the music, his hands holding tight to the steering wheel, close enough for Sam to touch.

Dean's music. Every day, every mile, everywhere. Like a wire wrapped around Sam's neck.

Sam picked up the knife and stabbed a hole in the vinyl, ganking it like it was the bigger man in a prison yard fight. He tried hard not to think about the fact that he was corrupting something that Dean loved.