Author's Note: I got my husband addicted to Supernatural and he asked me to write a story from the car's perspective. So, Xavier, my love, I dedicate this story to you.
Spoilers: All of Season 1 and Season 2, so far.
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There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among them is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL convertible.
--P. J. O'Rourke
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I'm not sure what happened--one moment my boys are cradled in my seats, next thing something big, evil, and heavy is crashing into my side. We slid, sparks flying in a brilliant shower, my metal screaming. God, I didn't know there could be such pain. And then silence. Steam pouring from my hood and from the front end of the semi. I heard a door opening and footsteps. I felt Sam move. Sam. He spoke to the thing that hit us. Moments later I could hear the trucker, stricken. "I did this?"
I felt myself being lifted onto the flatbed and everything hurt. The rescue helicopter was spiriting away my boys. John, Sam and Dean were being taken from me. I had failed to protect them.
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I remembered the first time that John Winchester saw me. I was beautiful with shiny chrome and black paint. I wasn't new, but I was still a looker. "Mary, isn't she a beauty?" I watched Mary Winchester follow her husband, a tow-headed boy perched on her hip. She had the look of a strong woman. I liked her.
"John, you're worse than Dean," she chided, a smile curving her lips. I watched the boy. He had green eyes that seemed to trace my curves, seeming to own me.
"Mine?" asked Dean.
John laid his hand on my door and grinned back at mother and son. Her belly was swollen with their second baby. He felt my frame and found it solid, strong. I would be good to his family, cradle them. "Someday, Dean. We'll take good care of her. And, someday, she'll be yours."
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The junkyard was full of wrecks, just like me. I was lowered to the ground. I could hear people talking. "Just sell her for scrap"
Trust Bobby to be pragmatic. Did I mention that sometimes I really hate that junkyard man? I couldn't help but agree. Without my boys, what point was there?
"Dean'll kill me if it's not ready to work on."
Sam?
Sam's alive. I felt him run his fingers over the trunk--the metal enclosure he'd turned into a lockbox for the Colt. And Dean? John?
TBC...