A/N: Math teacher + only guy friend = bacon car..?
Because this phrase is so uncanon-y getting one of the boys drunk or high is my sorta my only option. Hope you're up for Sam with one too many beers, because again, fucking bacon Impala.
Challenge Phrase: Bacon Impala (I don't even know, okay?)
Word Limit: 200
Word Count: 240 (So close!)
Levelland, Texas
Present Day
"Are you drunk?" Dean asked with a snort, watching as his little brother swayed bowleggedly with each step closer to the bar's painfully rustic oak door.
"Maybe," Sam giggled befuddledly, leaning heavily into his brother as he tripped, vision blurring and dancing in time with the alcohol in his veins.
"How many beers did you have?" Dean couldn't pinpoint the last Sam had been this drunk, but he had a distinct memory of his off-key Metallica covers.
"I dunno, 3.. 5?" Damn. Sam was a lightweight and barely ever drank more than half a beer, hence his current intoxicated state.
Dean wrestled his inebriated brother into the Impala's passenger seat, keeping the radio off, not wanting an encore performance from his drunk little brother.
"Dean?" Sam asked, drunken smile fading slightly, "why's the Impala smell like bacon?"
"What?" Dean asked, momentarily looking into Sam's alcohol-glazed hazels, "my baby does not smell like bacon."
"Yes she does!" Sam shouted suddenly, voice cracking slightly with the raised pitch, "Bacon Impala, bacon Impala!" He chanted.
It was going to be a long night.