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SPN100 Challenge: passion
DEW Challenge: Impala (& sleep)
Dean doesn't get what he expects any more than I correctly fill the prompts. 200-word drabble.
Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN BigPretzel on LiveJournal. You should come visit, it's hopefully better than you expect!
The Passion of Cars
"How are we gonna get out of this?" murmured Sam, staring through the bars of their cell and the dozen or so captors standing guard.
Dean's face lit up. "I have... a spell," he said with slow realization. "Homo ex machina!" he cried.
Sam raised an eyebrow at the invocation, but an immediate, passionate cry echoed from outside.
"Where the hell are my boys?" a deep voice thundered in a resounding growl that could be felt as much as heard.
The doors of the building exploded inward sending the guards flying like skittles. A towering, broad-shouldered man with a fierce scowl strode into the room.
His anger faded and his face softened on seeing Dean. Impressive muscles rippling, he tore off the cell door.
"Don't worry, my poor sweet boys," he soothed. "Baby's got you now."
"Baby?" squeaked Dean.
"Yeah, well, I didn't choose it," the man snorted.
"I think we always imagined you as female," explained Sam, weakly.
Baby's laugh rumbled deep in his impressively wide chest. "What part of 'muscle' car did you not get?"
Sam frowned in sudden understanding. "Dean, did you get this spell from..."
"Gabriel!" screamed Dean, from the midst of a crushing bear hug.
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