A/N: this was partially inspired by a post on tumblr. And yes I am crying.
The black Impala had sat on the lot for years. No one had touched it. No one had paid any attention to it. There were rumors that circulated the town about a man in a trench coat appearing to run his fingers over it. One woman claimed she had seen the man sitting in it and speaking softly.
It had been thirty years since anyone had touched the car. There was a young woman. She was just passing through town. But she noticed the old Impala sitting there. Rust was starting to cover it. Grass stood knee high growing up around it. The woman went over to it. She sighed.
"I thought the story was just a fairy tale," she whispered. "I thought the stories about the Winchester brothers were made up. I never thought they could be true." She opened the driver's door. The keys sat on the seat. No one had moved them or touched them. She got in the car and started the engine. It still ran, surprisingly. She hit play on the cassette player.
"Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done," she heard the song say before it faded and the car died. She opened up the glovebox. Inside was a picture. She pulled it out. On the back it was labeled "Dean and Sam and Cas-in a better time" in writing that had faded over time. She flipped it over. She studied the picture. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the tall man in the picture. That was her father. Suddenly, all of her dad's stories made sense. That was him living those stories. He was Sam Winchester. He had lived through all of those "fairy tales". She immediately knew what she had to do.
It took her all day, but she finally got the car running. She got all of her stuff out of her car. She opened the trunk of the Impala. She smiled when she saw all of the weapons still in the trunk. She closed it again and put her stuff in the back seat of the Impala. She drove it home. Her dad came to the door when she drove up. When she got out of the car, she saw the tears in his eyes.
"Dad, I found her. I finally understand now," she said. He smiled through the tears. He pulled her close and hugged her.
From then on she drove that car. It was her baby. She knew it was her dad's way of being close to his brother. Dean Winchester had finally died for good when a wendigo tore him to shreds as he tried to protect his brother. The Impala hadn't moved from the spot he'd parked it in since then. Everything was in it just as they had left it. The man in the trench coat appeared one last time across the street from the father and daughter hugging. According to most people, angels can't truly have deep feelings. But that day, one did. Tears slid down his face.
The Impala had finally found its home.
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