Attack on the Impala

Dean smacked the dashboard of the his 1967 Chevy Impala as he rocked out to the Scorpions. He drummed in a solo as he sang along to the lyrics. He had been waiting for Sam to return from an interview with some doctor on their latest hunting outing. He could have gone, but he would have been bored with the technicality of it all. Instead, he gets to rock out with his baby in style. When the song ended, he belted out the last line before turning the radio off for a little quiet.

He looked to his watch to check the time and it had been two hours since he last parted with his brother. What the hell was taking so long? He sighed and put his head back on the headrest. At least he had a comfortable place to rest while his brother did all the work.

"C'mon, c'mon." Dean chanted as he started tapping his foot on the floor mat.

All of a sudden, he had a loud thwack and he pulled himself erect to stare right into white. He furrowed his eyes a moment to let the scene register with him before he whipped the door out and looked at the huge turd a seagull left on the windshield. His mouth dropped open and he fumbled to decide whether to touch it or stare some more. He paused as a lovely, young girl walked by to smile a little before he turned and yelled as loud as he could.

"Oh, son of a bitch!" He looked up in the sky to see a few seagulls swooping over head. That's what he gets for parking there. "I'm gonna hunt your bitch asses down!"

Dean was so tempted to pull his gun out right there in public and shoot everyone of those ugly ass birds down. He heard that they loved pecking eyeballs out but oh no, he'd pluck everyone of their beady, little eyes out. He looked down at the huge puddle on the windshield and saw it trailed down to the black hood.

"Aw, you guys are really going down!" He yelled back up to the sky as the birds still circled over him.

"Who are you talking to?" He heard a familiar male voice ask him.

He turned and saw Sam standing there looking at his own brother's face in confusion. Dean huffed and pointed down to the mess on his baby.

"What the hell do you think is wrong?" Dean yelled. "Those god damned birds shit on her!"

Sam tried to quell a giggle as he stared down at the mess and then back up at his brother. He knew how much he loved that car.

"What the hell took so long?" Dean started in on Sam. "You swapping spit with the broad? If you had been back earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

"You're going to pin this on me?" Sam laughed as he watched Dean's face boil to red. "I had to make an appointment for Dr. Weller and I took so long because I had to wait until she was available to speak with me. Besides, you shouldn't have parked here."

"I thought to myself that too. Jeez, all those birds." Dean bit his lip and looked like he might cry.

"You gonna clean this so we can get going?" Sam's eyes opened as he watched his brother melt like an M&M in heat.

"Me, no! You, yes!" Dean stuck his head in the car a moment and pulled out a bottle of water and one of Sam's shirt. "Clean it and then we can leave."

"That's my shirt, Dean." Sam pointed to the outstretched hand with it.

"I know. Your shirt for my car." Dean smirked and stuck the items in his brother's hands. "Better get going, we got a mission to finish."

Sam just scoffed at his brother as Dean returned to the driver's seat and pumped one of his Rush cassettes out of the speakers.