DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural and the characters. They belong to Eric Kripke and the CW/Warner Bros (still confused with this)


She'll sit there. She'll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It'll be that car that's always been there. The old black Chevy Impala that no one cares about

But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. It never occurred to the boys that they never really had a roof and four walls, but they were never, in fact, homeless. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died

And sometimes a weird guy in a trench coat will visit her. That's when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits, not moving for hours. There's a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers, "Thank you for taking care of them."

But then one day a person runs past it. She pauses, looks closer, peers inside and circles it. And the she sees it, the 'oh so noticeable' markings on body.

"Unbelievable.." she mutters

It was only a story, an old fairy tale her grandfather had told her. A story of two brothers who saved the world, with a little help from some friends of course. She reached out, touched it, felt the warmth left from the sun that had died long ago. And for a brief second she pictured it, two brothers sitting on the hood, drinking a beer. She pictured them watching the stars for hours, side by side, without saying a word. And she smiles. Goes on.

But she doesn't forget

Two weeks later she comes back with a tow truck she borrowed from her brother. She doesn't know why she's doing this; why it's so important. She does it anyway. She takes her home and fixes her up. And just for a split second, right before she turns the engine on for the first time in so many years, she sees him. Maybe you've seen him too. He's been there just as long as the car. And old man, an angel they say. Standing guard in the shadows of the forest. And she realizes, he's been there all along, guiding her to this moment. He's gone within a blink of the eye. The only thing left from the lonely angel was an outline of his wings, resting on the trees of the forest as a symbol of his protection


Author's Note:

Hey guys, thanks for reading this.. I was bored so I just posted this story. Actually I found this on tumblr, and I thought someone should post this beautiful story. I added couple of lines just to made it better. Please review, and anyway, thanks :)