SUPER IMPORTANT BUT I DUNNO WHY: This was going to be my birthday fic I was going to post yesterday, but my computer didn't agree so "Pain Fuels the Fires of Hell" was my birthday fic. Well I call a do over 'cause when I'm happily married to Jensen Ackles or Jared Padalecki with our '67 Chevy Impala sitting in the front drive where our beautiful children run around cheerfully-(hey, I can dream) I want to remember this was the fic I posted for my 19th Birthday.

While we are sittin' around chatting, may I suggest you read "Daytime TV Sucks and Snuggle Bears are Evil"? 'Cause I admit, I'm stumped. And while you are mindlessly following my orders ('cause I know some of you guys know me and simply adore me and would do anything I ask...maybe) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check out "So Not Into Psychics" and give feedback there as well. I'm just stumped 'cause I dunno what y'all want to read...

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In a Heartbeat

By: jasper03

Baby felt a presence near her and her oil ran cold. She knew immediately it wasn't one of her boys. They had a rather flawless, graceful way about them; the footsteps approaching were far from graceful. For a moment Baby was afraid someone had finally come to steal her. She'd been car napped twice before. One time by a shape shifter who impersonated her daddy and the other time by an evil lady named Bela. Truly, she wasn't sure Bela was evil, but Daddy and Sammy didn't like her. A nice young man named Andy had borrowed her, her family liked him and so did she. He had been very gentle with her.

This person was not like any of those people. In fact, she was sure it wasn't human at all.

Using her rear-view mirrors, Baby examined her stalker. All she could make out was a figure in draping dark clothing. It was apparent what the figure was trying to do now. It was there to harm her boys. There to harm the last of her family and she was a pawn in the evil scheme. The worst part was she was powerless to stop it.

Sam and Dean had gotten into the motel at three in the morning and they decided to leave their bags in the Impala, taking some new clothes out because the clothes they were wearing were shot. The brothers were tired and cold and reeked of monster blood. After showers and a good eight hours of sleep, they would be back on the road.

"Hey Dean, wanna have the first shower?"

"Nah, go ahead Sammy. You got the real shit end of the job this time."

"You sure?"

"Sammy, you reek and your covered in God knows what. Go get cleaned up." Dean was dead dog-tired, but if he had to smell Sam any longer, he was going to retch.

"Last chance Dean."

"Sam! Now!" Dean watched his little brother enter the bathroom with his clean boxers and t-shirt shutting the door behind him. I swear he is never going to grow up. He smiled to himself as he thought maybe that is how he wanted it to be. Then he could take care of Sam until they kicked off in old age.

Twenty minutes later Sam popped out of the bathroom toweling his hair. "There's some warm water left Dean."

Dean nodded thankful Sam no longer smelled like death. Within a half hour, both brothers were sound asleep.

Why? Why would someone do this to me? To us? I can't let this happen.

Baby felt violated and sick knowing she was supposed to hurt her boys. She had heard the sick things the cloaked figure had said as he worked. He had said finally the Winchesters would know learn their lesson. Finally, they would know what it was to be hunted, if they survived that is. She had heard his maniacal laugh as he considered the idea of the men not surviving.

Windshield wiper fluid leaked down her body until her wiper fluid container was dry. She had known the boys their entire lives and more than half of John's. They would always be the precious children that snuggled close in the backseat to sleep as their father drove through the night. Dean learning how to drive, how gentle he was and so understanding of her needs and inner workings. The scared shitless Sam who had his first driving experience at fifth teen with his scared lifeless father and older brother. Sammy had straightened out with Dean's guidance.

All she had were her boys now. Mom had died so many years ago and John was dead now too. Uncle Bobby was great, but not always around. She was the only one around to be sure her boys got to the hospital and to their hunts. Sam and Dean were her everything.

Baby could not let her family suffer. She had to save them.

Early the next morning, both Winchester's awoke to an eerie feeling. They sat straight up in their beds and found eye contact with each other. Something was not right, not right at all.

"Sam do you-?" Dean flipped his blankets back not even waiting for his brother's answer.

The younger man nodded. He felt it too. Sam knew in his gut something was very wrong. Both darted from their beds shrugging on jeans and shoes. The brothers sprinted out the door unsure of what they would find outside.

The men stopped running upon finding nothing out of the ordinary in the parking lot. They peered around the blacktop, trying to find the source of their uneasy feelings. Something just didn't sit right.

Baby could see her boys coming towards her. Dean had his keys in his hands. She could not let them in. With them drawing ever closer. Baby knew what she had to do and she had to do it quick. With everything she had in her, she tried to turn her own ignition. She wasn't supposed to be able to, but after everything she and her family had seen and done, it wouldn't hurt to try.

Come on, come on, come on! It took all her will and she heard the familiar click and turn.

At the far end of the parking lot the boys saw the explosion. Heard it. Felt it. The explosion had just taken away everything they ever knew.

Dean faltered to his knees. Sam tried to catch him, but felt himself falling as well. Both brothers sunk low to the ground holding on to each other, protecting one another from debris.

When the bits of Impala stopped falling each sat back on their haunches still leaning into each other. They had tears in their eyes as they came to the realization that they had just lost everything but the clothes on their bodies and each other.

They heard sirens coming from the distance and Sam snapped to. "Dean, hey. We gotta go. When the cops find out what was in the trunk, we'd better be the Hell outta dodge."

Dean was stuck in a stupor. Had that really just happened? Did he really just see one of his prized possessions get blown up? What if Sam had been in the car? Dean didn't even want to think about a dead Sammy.

"Come on big brother." Sam hoisted Dean up and helped him away from the explosion. Sam didn't want to leave her. She had been his home his whole life. The only constant home anyway. But if they weren't gone really quickly, they'd have a lot of things to answer for.

"Sammy." Dean's voice broke. "Did-did she …" Tears were now streaming down Dean's face. He didn't care. Sam felt the same way.

"Yeah." Sam answered quietly. He wiped his own tears away and pulled his brother by his wrist. There was only one place to go now.

Oh yes I know! What kind of crazy chick wants to remember this when she's married to an incredible hunk of a man who plays Dean Winchester on TV? I do. I wanted to blow up the Impala so bad 'cause I just knew it'd do major damage to both of them. I hit them where it hurt most...home. NO WORRIES! I WILL FIX HER...if I get reviews that is....*Smiles Evilly* Manipulative I know!