Should hopefully have this done before Christmas actually gets here, but anyway...
I do not own Supernatural, quite evidently. Canon fic, so lots of these things actually happened - This one, and 2, 7 and 8 are made up, but from the actual storyline-thing.
On the first day of Christmas, Supernatural gave me
The Keys to an Impala
Dean looked at the ring of keys in his hand, then back up at Dad in surprise. "This what I think it is?"
"You're old enough to drive now, son." John seemed to have some pride in his face, and it was certainly in his voice.
"Don't see why you shouldn't have a car of your own, work your own jobs.
"Sweet." The surprise had turned into a grin, he bounced up off the motel bed. "Which one?"
"Black one, right outside." He shook his head as Dean practically ran outside, a huge grin on his face. He'd seen the boy oogling that car since they'd got here, and it was about time he got one of his own, anyway – though why he'd want that banged-up thing, John really didn't know.
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Dean stroked his hand lovingly down the smooth black body, looking practically ecstatic. He frowned a little as he found a slight dent, then shrugged it off. "Don't worry, baby. We'll getcha all fixed up, and then we get to go hunt some stuff." The grin was back on his face – he had his own car, could find and work his own jobs – hey, maybe he'd drop in on little Sammy if he was ever in the area.
