It was a beauty, one didn't need eyes to see that. Which I suppose was good for me. I could hear a jingle of keys and Dean reaching out for the handle and opening the car door. The vehicle gave a resonating screech as its old hinges protested being put to work, giving me good warning to step out of the way of the leviathan's swinging appendage. Dean grabbed hold of my sleeve to move me closer to him. As I stumbled towards him I took in a deep breath, Dean was an intoxicating mixture of musky leather, Old Spice, and peanut butter M&M's. I had never been a fan of Old Spice but in that combination it was irresistible.
I put on hand on Dean's shoulder steadying myself; I removed it quickly once I had sure footing. I didn't want him to think I needed him or that I was weak. That was the problem with having a handicap everyone thinks that you can't do anything on your own. I had been blind my entire life and had managed just fine.
"This right here," I could hear Dean give the car an appreciative pat. "This is my baby, 1967 Chevy Impala. Baby, this is Claire."
"Hey." I nod at the car, smirking slightly at the idea of being introduced to a vehicle.
"Go ahead get to know her." I could hear Dean's wink in the tone of his voice.
He slowly guided my hand down towards the car. I've heard the description of Chevy Impala, basically, according to my father they were boats but as I glided a palm over the sleek exterior I could see that she was more than that. The chrome was cold and solid under hand and felt like heaven. I started moving left down the side of the car until my hand came to the crevice of the open door. It moved to the back of the bench seat to the aged leather. It was firm and supple and a bit scratchy from forty years of use.
"Can I?" I didn't want to be presumptuous.
There was silence.
"I mean if it's too much trouble…"
"No, no, its cool, sit down."
The young man said quickly, it almost sounded like he was embarrassed. Then I realized Dean must have been nodding. I heard a quiet snort from behind him.
"Hey, lighten up on your brother Sammy." I called out.
"How did you know I was there?" Sam called back.
I shook my head, "I'm blind Sam, not deaf, and you walk like Sasquatch at a tea party." I shot back.
Dean let out a hearty laugh.
"Man, she nailed you!"
"Shut up, man!"
I just shook my head and sat down chuckling to myself. The soft vinyl of the seats dipped slightly with my weight and it felt flawless under my fingers. Of course, Dean would never allow anyone to scratch the interior.
Suddenly, I was struck by a moment of inspiration.
"Hey, Dean, can we go for a drive?"
"Of course, we can sweetheart, slide over."
I followed his instructions guiding myself across the seat to the passenger side. Dean slid in next me, swung the door closed, and revved the engine. I heard a tap on the driver side door and Dean rolling down the window.
"What?"
"She's in my seat." I heard Sam protest.
"Nobody said you were coming." Dean quipped.
The car surged forward and the deep rumble of the engine eventually drowned out Sam's yelling as Dean and I drove off into what I could only imagine was the sunset.