A/N: Hello! Just a piece of cute fluffiness for the holidays! Happy (fill in the blank)! Please enjoy and feel free to review!

The First Song of the Impala

He readjusts his grip on the wheel, ignoring his pale knuckles, instead narrowing his eyes to glower more forcefully at the endless stretch of black inching under his baby's tires. His foot itched to press down, shortening the distance between them and the relative peace of a motel room.

Sammy's shrieks escalated to new heights, drawing John's shoulders to his ears. Dean remained silent in the back, his fingers jammed firmly in his ears. The kid couldn't shut up and John couldn't top. Not with this lead, not with this chance...

Besides, a couple more hours and he could sooth Sammy to sleep, plant the boys in a room with the TV on and hunt the son of bitch who killed-

Sam's screams paused as the Impala jerked to the right, his tense fingers unknowingly ripping the wheel off the road.

" Shit!" Jerking the wheel back in place, his eyes checked the rear view window, his heart lightening as knives resumed digging into his skull with Sammy's broken silence, Dean's green eyes blaring into his own, hands gripping the side of the car, his knuckles matching his father's in color.

John tried forcing his cheeks into a smile, but the muscles refused to respond so he settled for a nod and returned to the road, wishing with everything he had Mary was here, crooning 'Hey Jude' or better yet, just here. Just here and not burning and screaming and bloody...

" The wheels on the Impala go round and round, round and round. The wheels on the Impala go round and round." The soft clank of notes paused the tears in his eyes, the wild rampage in his chest. John checked the mirror once more, eyebrows raising as Dean slowly petted his brother's head, a smile slowly growing as the red face twisted to glare, eyes still spilling with tears. Tiny fingers tapped the tears, the song continuing without thought,

" The Sammy on the bus says, "Wah, wah, wah! Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah!"".

The pavement faded and John rested against the seat, letting one hand drop off the steering wheel, head tilted towards the backseat.

" The Dean on the Impala says, "Shut, shut, up. Shut, shut, up. Shut, shut, up."

Trees slowly sprouted up, signs occasionally breaking the monotonous forest, but all John could see was Sammy's pudgy face, glistening with watery green eyes, leaking tiny tears of awe as Dean just kept singing, adding uncoordinated hand movements.

" The daddy in the Impala says, " I love you, I love you, I love you". The big brother in the Impala says, "I love you, more". All through the town."