"Hello, I'm Johnny Cash."
The song started blaring through the speakers of the 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Dean Winchester was stretched across the back seat of the car and had a flashlight pointed under the seats in front of him. He had parked the car in one of Bobby's back lots.
"'Don't ever play with guns,'" He mumbled along with the song as he pulled a couple of old balled up burger papers and stuffed them in the trash bag that was laid on the floorboards. He usually cleaned out the Impala every month or so when they weren't working a job. The paper bags and empty beer bottles began to litter the backseat after awhile.
He grunted as he pushed himself up into a seated position and flicked off the flashlight. He glanced over to his left and saw the little green army man, mashed deep in the ashtray. Dean chuckled as he thought about the day Sam stuck it in there.
They'd just left Columbus, Missouri after his dad, John Winchester, had killed off a shape shifter. Dean was probably about fifteen. He'd been sitting in the front seat of the Impala, singing along with a Kansas song when he'd looked over his shoulder at his younger brother, Sam Winchester who was sitting in the backseat holding the little army man. Dean watched as Sam began to wedge the little green thing down in the ashtray.
"It's gonna get stuck." He warned. But Sam had rolled his eyes at his big brother and smashed it down further. It did end up getting stuck and they were unable to pry it out. Dean had given his brother a hefty 'Told You So.'
Dean climbed out of the car and picked up the hose that was laying on the ground and turned it on. The water began to spray out and it coated to hood of the Impala. After he'd soaked it, he grabbed the bucket of soap and slung it across the lid of the trunk, the roof, and hood. He spent about ten minutes scrubbing the soap in, making sure to get off all of the mud that had accumulated over the past weeks. He kicked the hose on once more to wash off the grimy soap as his brother Sam walked up behind him.
"Lookin' good." Sam commented. He sat down on the hood of one of the junked cars that were piled around them.
"Oh yeah, she is." Dean replied as he turned the hose off and the water stopped mid stream.
"Think you'll ever get a different ca-"
"Bite your tongue." Dean snapped and Sam laughed behind him.
"Kidding."
"You don't kid about my Baby, Sammy." Dean looked at his brother and shot him a quick grin.
"Whatever. Hey, when you're done, head on in. Bobby order Korean, he swears by this little place in town but honestly, I'm a little scared."
Dean chuckled at Sam's comment. "Korean food in South Dakota. I'm scared too."
Sam stood and started to head back around to the house but stopped before he got too far. "Oh, also. Daniel called, said he found a nest of something in Bridgeport. Bobby told him we'd head out tomorrow."
"Alright." Dean answered and Sam turned and continued on his way.
Dean relaxed back on the same car Sam had been sitting on a moment before and looked over his car. He was quiet for a moment, then stood.
"Well, Baby. We head out tomorrow. Get some rest." He then followed his brother with the car sitting in his wake.
It sat there waiting. All night. Until the boys loaded into the next morning at dawn. It pulled out of the lot and started on another adventure. The one engine that the boys trusted. That they loved. Forever.