Just Getting Started
For the Crossover Prompts Challenge at PRUnited
Pairings: None
Crossover: Power Rangers/Supernatural
Word count: 592
Warning: Out of characterness
Beta: Project314. Thank you so much :)
Prompt #18
Car
Tommy Oliver was a bored man. A very, very bored man. Who knew that your life would become grey and sad when the colourful days as the Christmas Ranger ended? Certainly not him.
He missed his black suit. And the white one... and the red one... and the red one again... but not the green one.
Though the really weird thing was, the thing he missed the most wasn't the rangering, it was the racecar driving. The sound of cars revving and crashing, the smell of burnt asphalt, the feeling of the car flying through the air before you crashed into several people and accidentally killed them... okay, maybe not the last one.
He eyed the cars he passed as he walked down the streets in Wisconsin. Yes, he was in Wisconsin. Why? No idea.
Sighing, he put his hands inside the pockets of his worn grey jacket and looked to the left and right as he walked through a parking lot. He suddenly backed up a bit, eyes going wide. There, right in front of him, stood a 67 Chevy Impala! His eyes sparkled with happiness and "I feel good" started to play in the background.
He slowly looked around and, upon seeing no one, went to the driver's side and slipped out a pocketknife and started fumbling with it to open the door. He managed it and slipped inside. Closing the door, he stared. The keys were still inside the ignition. But how had the owner then been able to lock the car?
Shrugging disinterestedly, he started the car and drove until he reached the highway. There he sped up and raced down it, shouting and singing as the feelings from his racing career came back.
Not so far away:
Sam tried to console his brother, who was having troubles breathing. "Calm down, Dean, calm down. Bela probably just got it taken away again."
"Dude, that friggin woman is dead!" Dean shouted angrily. "So she can't have gotten it taken away!"
"Maybe she came back as an evil zombie-spirit-thingy," Sam shrugged. "We'll find it, take it easy."
Dean slowly, slowly stood, taking a deep breath. Then he fell to his knees. "My car! My beautiful, beautiful baby! Kidnapped by some guy or chick or a two-gender-ed person!" He proceeded to curl up on the ground and suck his thumb. "I want my mommy."
Sam rolled his eyes and pulled out his cell to call Ellen.
Meanwhile... or later:
"What do you mean, crossing the speed limit with holy water in my trunk?"
Tommy had his hands in the air, staring bewildered at the police man who was pointing a gun at him. Another police man was currently opening the trunk.
"We got a tip," answered the police man with the gun.
"More like you got a trip." Tommy muttered.
"Aha!" exclaimed the police man by the trunk. Tommy and the police man with the gun looked down into the hidden compartment the second officer had found.
"Oh crap." Tommy said, staring at the guns, knives, bottles and bags.
"You're in biiig trouble, mister." the first officer said.
"Uh..." Tommy smiled hesitantly. "Do you take cheques?"
Later... in jail of DOOM:
"What about rifles? C'mon, let me out!"