Baby Got Back

by SandWitch42

Finally able to take that vacation to the beach Dean promised, the brothers drive down to Destin, Florida. But they're joined by a third wheel neither of them expect: someone who used to have four wheels. Can they figure out how to turn Baby back into a car and still manage to enjoy the vacation they deserve?

1. Chapter 1

A black, 1967 Chevrolet Impala eases slowly along Highway 98 through Destin, Florida. Heavy tourist traffic keeps everyone from reaching the speed limit. The sun has been down for a few hours, but bright lights from the strip illuminate Sam and Dean and the interior of their car. Dean concentrates on the road while Sam lounges back and eyes the rows of eateries and tourist shops as they creep along. Dean reaches down to turn on the music. Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" fills the car as his hand returns to the steering wheel.

Sam looks down at the radio and over at his brother. "Really?"

Dean barely cuts his eyes to Sam. "Shut up," he replies. "It's beachy. We said we'd go the beach one day, and dammit, we're gonna have the whole experience. We're almost to our crap hotel, we're gonna have sand between our toes, and yes, we are listening to Buffett." He glances at Sam. "Y'know, he don't like disco either."

A confused, yet partially amused, expression fills Sam's face as he lets out a slight exhale that's almost a snicker, "And how would you know that?"

"'Morris' Nightmare'? No disco?"

Sam contemplates his brother for a silent moment. "You're telling me you're familiar with his musi-"

"Speaking of crap hotels," Dean loudly interrupts, "We should be getting to ours soon, right?"

Sam gives in to the topic change and confers with the GPS on his phone. "If by 'soon' you're comparing it to the hours we've already been on the road. It's not far, but with this traffic, we still have another twenty minutes." He leans back again and looks out the window. They pass a Mellow Mushroom. Alvin's Island. "It's going to be nice to relax for a while."

A liquor store. Tropical Waves.

"Don't I know it?" Dean grins at Sam as he leans forward to admire the Grand Mariner condos they are passing. Sam shifts his gaze to the other side of the road, still picking out the names of businesses. "And, Sammy, you know I've been wanting this vacation with you for a while." He reaches forward to rub on the dashboard. Genie's Gifts. Go-karts and mini golf. "But I sure do wish Baby could be in a tight little bathing suit and out on the beach with us."

Sam allows himself a half smile and looks at his phone again. "I'm sure you do."