Supernatural: The Night Wars
After a witch hunt goes wrong, the Winchesters are left with a new problem to face as Sam is turned into a Dodge Charger. The brothers race against time to find a cure before Sam is to remain a car forever. The brothers will need to work with the Avengers as the forces of Chaos keep growing in strength against them all.
Chapter 1: My Brother the Car
"Sammy!" Dean shouted as he looked in every direction of the garage.
There was no sign of his brother in the garage where they were he was fighting a witch. The brothers had received word from Julian (a Werewolf they had meet in Blithe hallow a few weeks ago) that a witch had moved into the town with the power to turn people into objects. Something that was going to be causing problems for a lot of people. Dean trusted the white Werewolf, he was not like other Werewolves that they had come across in their years of Hunting. He choose when he allowed the Wolf in and out of its cage, something that other Werewolves did not have the luxury of. Julian had told them that he would meet up with them in a couple of days. He just needed to report back into someone called Nightshade about what had happened in Blithe Hallow. The brothers had arrived in time to help Julian help the local town hero, Norman Babcock against an army of creatures who supported someone called Seth. Julian had told them that his team, the Argentix's along with the Avengers were having a problem with an Ancient Egyptian God of Chaos since the Second World War. Dean would never admit it, not to other Hunters but he knew he could trust Julian. After all he was a Spy who worked for a group called UNIT and he also had a nice ride. If anyone could have a nice ride he was in good books with Dean Winchester.
"Sam!" he called out again. Looking around there was nothing in the garage apart from a black Dodge Charger that was parked in the centre of the garage. He stole another look at the Dodge Charger. He was about to take a closer look at the car, but thought second of it. This was not the time for his obsession with American muscles cars to cloud his mind. He needed to find Sam. His brother was nowhere to be seen in the house. He had taken the witch out in the main bedroom of the house after she had gone through a few rounds with Sam in the garage. He had made her speak what she had done to his brother and she laughed at him. That was until he told her that Julian was coming to pick her up to speak with Nightshade. That had clamped her mouth shut. She then told him that Sam was in the garage where he had set up a trap for the witch. He did not remember if Sam had said there was a car in the garage. Not unless he thought it was not worthy information.
He pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket. Pressing the home button, the new phone that was provided to him by a UNIT agent after he meet Julian lit up. His home screen had the wallpaper of all the AC/DC members. What could he say. He liked his music. The phone had all of his contacts from his old phone along with new contacts including Julian and someone called Edward. He pressed the contacts icon and instantly all of his contacts came up. He was scrolling down all the names, thinking of who he should call. Maybe Bobby, he was after all a Hunter who he trusted and he would be able to help him search for Sam. Maybe Julian, it would be good to have a Werewolf track his lost brother. His brother who may have returned to the motel room since he was taken so long with the witch before she managed to get away from him
He was about to do a conference call with both Bobby and Julian when he stopped himself. There was something off with the car. He remembered seeing the house owners car it was Ford Mustang not a Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat. He put his phone back in his pocket and walked over to the front of the car.
He knew his cars and with this car there was something bugging him about it. He got a better look at the car. That's when he noticed on the grill across from the white saying SRT was the white anti-possession symbol. Just under the grill was a red scanning light that flicked from right to left and then back. It was like watching a heartbeat. Dean decided to walk around to the back where the back of the car was "Dodge" painted in white. But it was the licence plate that caused Dean to stare again at the black car. The licence plate was from Lawrence with the letters S4MW1N. It did not take a genius for him to think of what has happened.
He stumbled to the front of the car and stared at the red light that was still flickering from right to left. The anti-possession symbol was something that one would not put on a car. Not unless they were paranoid that their car would be taken over by an angry ghost. But that would only be a paranoid Hunter who would do that. A paranoid Hunter who had lived a long life of hunting the things that go bump in the night. He slowly walked closer to the front of the car. This had happened before with the Trickster when Sam had been turned into the Impala and was made to act like KITT from Knight Rider. That had been an experience that the both of them did not want to relive anytime soon. That was what both he and Sam had agreed upon.
"Sam?" he asked the car. He felt silly for speaking to a car. It might not be what he was thinking but he wanted to make sure before he caused Bobby a moment of panic. He looked down at the red light under the grill to see that it speed up at the mention of his brothers name. "Sammy?" he asked. His voice hitching in his throat. Again he kept his eye on the red scanner that was still moving fast.
"Come on Sam if this is you do something! Say something!" he pleaded the car. If the car was not Sam and he was just losing his mind he would call for help. He then placed his hand on the cars hood only to have the engine fire up. His hand was quickly removed from the cars hood and he took a step forward as the car lunged forward. The back wheels spun aimlessly for a good few seconds before they stopped with a screech of the breaks.
Dean could only watch as the car tried and failed to gain control of its chassis. It was like watching a new-born deer trying to find its feet after it was born. The car's front two doors swung open then closed. the back doors also swung open and then closed in at different times of the front doors. The hood of the car then flung open to reveal the engine that was trembling as power coursed through it. The boot then flung open before it snapped shut again. The car rolled on its wheels again towards Dean before the breaks screeched. The car was then flung into reverse. It moved to quickly and the breaks screeched stopping it just before it impacted into the wall.
Dean could only stare at the out of control car. His mouth was wide open as he stared at the black car. He watched as the car slowly rolled back towards him. The red scanner working over time like it was looking all over the room. "Sammy?" he asked by given Sam his childhood nickname he hoped that would be enough to calm the car down. It did, the car stopped in its failing doors and rolling backwards and forwards without a mind. Dean walked up to the once again still car and placed his hand on the now warm hood. He could feel the rumble of the powerful engine. It wanted to go but the breaks were firmly applied and Dean knew so would the handbrake. "Sam is that you?" he asked the car. He had to be sure that his suspicion was right. He did not want to walk away and leave Sam in this guys garage when he was still freaking out over being a car.
The Charger rolled forward and Dean found himself leaning on the front of the car. He kept his hand on the cars hood. Dean had to take a shaky breathe in at what he was seeing. This could not be happening. With his hand that was not on the hood of the black car he ran his hand through his short spiky hair. This should not be happening. Sure the witch that they had been tailing thanks to Julian was able to turn people in objects. It was weird that he or Sam before this had not found any Hex bags lying about, but he was sure that he was just going to check the entire car to see if there was anything on or in this case in Sam. He shuddered at the thought and the car sensed it as it pulled back.
"D-dean?" came Sam's voice. It was quite and sounded far away but Dean had a feeling that it was coming from the cars radio speakers.
Dean walked closer to the car to see the drivers side window had been rolled down. He had to wonder how long Sam had been able to speak and how long his brother was trying to get his attention when he was freaking out about his new body and when he did not have control over it for that brief amount of time. He should have said something. But there was no words that came out his mouth. He did not know what to say to his brother. He too was freaked out about this. He was caught up in his thoughts on how he was going to get himself, Sam and Impala back to Bobby's to figure a way to get Sam back to his normal flesh and blood human self. Would he drive in the Impala to Bobby's and have Bobby bring his tow truck to pick up Sam and take him back to the salvage yard. Or did he drive Sam up to Bobby's and have him pick up the Impala at a different time. Both options he did not like. He did not want to be separated from either Sam who was no doubt freacking out about being turned into a car and the Impala that was the only last thing they had of their dad and a home. But he knew that he could not leave Sam in the homeowners garage. That would just cause to much questions that he could not answer.
"Dean?" Sam's voice came again from the speakers and brought Dean out of his thoughts. "What did that witch to do me?" he asked.
Dean was quite again. How was he going to explain this to Sam. He did not want to cause Sam any psychological damage. He did not know what it was like to be a car. That time with Gabriel had only lasted a few hours and that was because Sam had been like an AI, this time Sam was the car in body and in mind.
"The witch-" he began but he could say anything else. He couldn't bring himself to speak. This was beyond even what they normal dealt with. Sure they had dealt with the apocalypse and had changed it in such a way that angles and demons had not seen it coming. That victory had seen Sam trapped in the Cage deep within Hell. Somehow his brother had been returned to the world by some unknown force that had left his soulless. It had taken Death to go to the Cage and get Sam's soul, but the way Death was talking it sounded like something else had been taken somewhere else to be healed when he had gotten it. Dean did not want to think to much of the past, not when his brother needed him then and there.
"Dean spit it out!" came his brothers annoyed voice. The car lunged forward and Dean was afraid that Sam was going to run him over, but his brother had controlled himself. The car stopped too suddenly that the breaks screeched. Then slowly the black car rolled closer to Dean who did not take a step back as Sam rested the front bumper of his new form against his brothers legs. He needed comfort for what Dean was going to tell him. He already knew what Dean was going to say but he just needed conformation. He could still see everything but it was all around him in that he could see behind him. It was strange. That was all he could think as he had sat in the garage after a blinding light had forced him to close his as he felt his whole body began to shift and twist. He had been terrified as he blanked out. The next thing he knew was Dean walking into the garage shouting his name. He had tried to get his attention but he could not form words for a good few minutes as he watched Dean looking at him. He had hoped that his suspicion was wrong.
Dean had a feeling that Sam knew what the witch had done to him. After all they had seen her turn a grown man into a grandfather clock. That had been a weird thing to watch, that was if they could. The man had been engulfed in a blinding light screaming as he was transformed into the clock. The witch had laughed her head off before running off and vanishing for the rest of the day until they had found her once again in the house that Dean had found the Dodge Charger in the garage.
Dean let out a shaky breathe. "The witch turned you into a car, Sam!" Dean said with a shaky voice. He felt Sam slowly crawl closer into his legs. His brother needed him. Dropping to one knee so that he could face the right scanner that was under the cars grill. "Sam, how are you? I don't want you missing anything! I need to know so I can help you out of this!" he said patting the hood. He could feel a tremor under his hand.
Sam tried to get away from his brother. His wheels turning and pulled him away from Dean. He was too close for his liking. His new body, new form was much more sensitive than his old human self. His brother was just too close that he couldn't seen anything and he didn't like that. He wanted to get out onto the road. He wanted to feel his tires turning on the road. His engine wanted to go at full power. Where was these urges coming from? He felt himself tremble as Dean placed a hand once again on his hood. He could see thanks to the sensor that his brother had a look of concern on his face. He heard Dean asking his name as concern built. Sam couldn't help it but roll towards Dean. He wanted to be turned back to a human, but he also felt more powerful being a car. He had felt this way when he was drinking Demon Blood and he had thought that he would never feel it again.
"Come on Sam, talk to me!" Dean pleaded. He did not step closer to Sam, but he kept his hand on Sam's hood as he rolled backwards and forwards as if he was deep in thought about something.
Sam was silent again and he felt his wheels roll across the ground. He thought what he should say to Dean. He knew that Dean would not let it go if he didn't tell him everything or if he felt like he was missing something. His engine rumbled with a nervous tone and that was picked up by Dean.
"Sam you okay?" Dean asked patting Sam's hood again.
"Yeah, Dean I'm fine!" came Sam's voice in reply. He backed away again when Dean looked even more concerned about him. "Can we please go to Bobby's, Dean?" Sam asked as the drivers side door flung open. He edged closer to Dean who took a step back. "Please Dean!" he pleaded when he scanned that Dean's face was showing an emotion that he did not like. He did not want to talk about what was going on when he was in someone else's garage.
"But the Impala-" Dean started to say but was stopped when Sam revved his engine. He wanted to hit the road. He wanted to get away from the place that he had lost his humanity. Sam knew from what Julian had told them that once one was struck with the witches curse there was no going back. He was not wanting to spend any more time in where he was turned into a car.
"You can come back for it at a later date, Dean! Please Dean!" Sam moaned
Dean sighed before he nodded his head. Sam was right. They needed to get out of the garage before the guy who owned the house came back and found him here with a black Charger. "Your right, Sam!" he said as he approached the open drivers side door. He dropped into the drivers seat only to have the door slam shut behind him. He jumped when the door was closed and the sound of it locking. "Sam?" he asked as he looked at the inside of the car. The futuristic dashboard was a massive change to the Impala's which was very simple. While the Impala had a simple radio, Sam had what could be described as a computer screen which was below a panel that was glowing blue. He looked at the wheel to see that the anti-possession symbol etched onto the steering wheel. "Well at least your not going to get possessed!" Dean chuckled as he reached for the seatbelt and fastened it.
"What do you mean? What's going on! You know I can't see what I am! Dean what type of car am I?" Sam shouted and the blue light flashed in time with his words. His engine revved in worry as he was terrified to think that he was some model car that Dean would leave at the side of the road. Why was he having these thoughts? What was going on with him? These were questions that no one could answer.
Dean chuckled at Sam's words not releasing what was going on through his brothers mind. "Sam relax! Your not an ugly car! So relax, Sam! Your a Dodge Charger!" Dean said as he started the car. The engine roared to life deafening both brothers and covered Sam's whimpers from his brother. He was no longer human he had to face facts. No one had been returned human after they had been turned into an object. He was stuck as a car and there was no going back. He knew that Dean would do everything in his power to find a way to turn him back to a human but Sam he knew from his past experience as a car with Gabriel that they could easily make him a car forever. "And you have the anti-possession symbol etched onto your grill and your steering wheel!" Dean said bringing Sam out of his panicked thoughts. "Sam are you okay?" Dean asked if he was sensing that there was something going on with his brother.
Sam revved his engine as his tires began to roll forward. "I'm fine Dean! I was just thinking that's all!" Sam replied the blue light flashing in time with everything that he was saying. He could feel Dean controlling him as he crawled out of the garage. His wheels bounced as they touched the road and instantly he wanted to take control to speed down the road at top speed, but he kept it under control. Dean was taken small steps and he could feel his mind resting.
"Well be at Bobby's in a couple of hours Sam! In that time I want you to tell me what happened when you faced the witch and what is going on in your freaky mind!" Dean said as he picked up speed from 10 mph to 50 mph. He heard Sam sigh as his engine purred as he was going down the road.