EAU DE IMPALA
There are some comforts even the best motels can't provide.
100 words exactly, sort of, thereabouts!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my own deranged mind.
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Dean rested his head against the back of his baby's seat and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply of her potent, comforting scent;
The rich essence of old, well maintained leather;
The lingering trace of a recently drained flask of coffee;
A subtle hint of gun oil and lighter fluid;
The faint musk of his sleeping brother's warm body mingled with the sweetly citrus tang of cheap aftershave;
With a smile, Dean wrapped the familiar, intoxicating perfume around him like a blanket.
Yes, a night spent in the Impala wasn't perfect, but it sure as heck came close …
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