disclaimer: if i owned this crap, why would I be writing it here?
To say that he was confused was an understatement. He was bewildered, surprised, clueless and speechless, just to name a few. He's faced some pretty crazy and strange things, but never this.
The car, the family car --his brother's Impala, just slapped him. The very same slapping car just so happened to have taken human form, a female and she was a very pissed off, not mention, very naked.
For one thing he was sure of:
I am so glad Dean's not here right now.
This produced very mentally scarring images of Dean and the Impala….but let's not get into that.
The human car before him started to frown, then pout.
"I'm sorry Sammy! But it hurt me when you crashed me into that house. I thought you liked me." Tears started to fall down her cheeks.
Sam Winchester had just made the Impala, sometimes Metallicar, cry. A car. Cry. He wondered if his dad was watching this with his mother and whoever else they had lost.
" I- it's okay." He finally managed to speak. He stared at the ground and into space.
She's not wearing clothes, if a cop comes by she'll be arrested. Our weapons. . . Gone. Screwed.
"You look cold." Sam took off his jacket and handed it to the . . Car. She took it gleefully and tied it around her waist.
"Thank you Sammy!"
"Um. Put it on? Please?"
Frowning, she slowly put her arms though the sleeves and zipped the jacket up.
"And what do we have here?" A cop stared at the newly human impala lecherously.
"Officer, I'm sorry! My sister, kinda got a little wasted. She just turned 21, you know. I'm about to take her home."
The cop did not remove his eyes from the humanized Impala.
"Take her home? Not unless someone pays for your bail. I've gotten plenty of complaints about you two. You're coming with me."
"No! I don't want to go back there! No-those cars were so mean to me! And gross, decrepit! Please, I don't want to be smashed into scrap metal!"
The cop laughed and shook his head.
"You've been messing with anything else, boy?"
"No! She just needs some sleep. I'll call a cab-"
"You're going to cheat on me with another car!?"
It was going to be a long night.
The cop turned back to human/car and started blatantly at her chest.
That was the final straw. She/car/whatever this creature was, punched the perv cop in the jaw.
"You do not get to stare at me like that! Come on Sammy, we're going back to the motel!"
She began to lead the way out of the parking lot only to stall after a few steps.
"Sammy, where is the motel?"
"I don't know but you just assaulted an officer, we have to leave now." He grabbed her arm and ran.
This was going to be a very long night.
30 minutes earlier . . . .
"What hell the kind of a demon turns objects into people?" This was a new one.
" You okay there, son?" The bartender stared him while cleaning a glass.
"I-yeah. Just thinking." Sam looks back into his glass.
"Talking about demons, aren't you worried someone is going to think you're crazy? Come on Sammy, you know better than that."
Sam tensed. He did not tell the bartender his name. He slowly looked up. Great. Black eyes.
"Hey." The demon smiled.
" I am kind of disappointed, your brother leaving you to go with that pretty blonde. Did he at least leave you with that sweet car?"
Sam got up from his seat, slowly reaching for his gun.
"Ah, ah, ah. I haven't actually hurt anyone yet, Sam. I just want some fun." The demon hit Sam in shoulder with enough force to throw him backwards into the wall by the entrance.
The remaining patrons started to scream and scramble.
Sam slowly got back on his feet, in time to see the demon leaving with freaked out patrons.
He chased after him.
Sam managed to corner him by the Impala.
"Listen, kid. I know all about your family. What you do, why, " he breaks off to laugh, " but I don't fit your bill. I am just a low level trickster you know? It's about Fun! Not death. Here, I'll give you a gift. From me to you."
The demon traced his fingers on top of the car, which started to glow and change shape.
"Your welcome, kiddo." The demon winked and disappeared.
Sam watched the final transformation. Where the car-what used to be a car-stood a woman, gorgeous. Also very nude.
"Sammy?" She whispered with a smile. He could only nod, his mouth agape, utterly bewildered.
The human impala walked over to him, she cupped his face with her hands and then slapped him, hard.
"That, is for the time you drove me into that bitch's house!"
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