In South Dakota, there's a little town called Sioux Falls. And in that little town lies an old car junkyard, forgotten by the outside world. An old charred building stands still, quietly, silently. Since it's a car junkyard, there's no shortage of cars that refuse to start. None of these junkers are important. Except for one.
Amidst the old cars and the new cars sits an even older car. If cars could talk, this one would have stories. Fairytales to others, but to a fair few, the depressing, destructive life that they can call their own.
This car, like other multi-generation family cars, has bits and pieces missing, and others where they shouldn't be. An army soldier is wedged into the ashtray, with no hopes of escaping. The older of the two boys (who owned the car when he was older) had jammed Legos into the heating vent. They still rattle when the heating is turned on. The initials D.W. S.W are carved into the bottom of the trunk. They can still be seen when opening the lower part of the trunk (one that, if a police officer saw, would have a heart attack).
There is nothing original about this car. Rebuilt with spare car part several times, the only thing that could be called vintage is the license plate, KAZ 2Y5.
The old impala has been forgotten, any hints of its importance long gone. The left front tire is popped, the rim bent. The roof of the car is still dented from rolling over itself after a car hit it (that's what the boys told everyone, anyway; they decided it would be best to keep the real reason a secret from the general public). The back window is glassless, though small shards still sit in the back seats. Air has oxidized parts of the vehicle itself, turning it from black to black-and-rust brown; an unsightly color for this magnificent car.
Not many people remember the ones who drove the old impala, or what they did. Not many people remember how the brothers saved the world once or twice from threats that we were too ignorant to recognize. But that doesn't matter. What matters is what those boys did. What they did in that old Chevrolet Impala that no one thought twice about. The car that saved the world just by being. So when you look up at the sky and you see storm clouds on the horizon, or you go to church and see people talking, gossiping, you remember those boys, and you remember that old 1967 Chevrolet Impala that saved the world.
Wow, I have to say it's been a while. I wrote this for English class (we had to pick a literary trait and an object and write about it). This is modernism... I guess.
I'm going to start writing again. Soon. Either Sherlock or Supernatural. I'm kind of on a SPN kick right now, and that'll probably last for a while since it comes back soon :)
I may end up uploading the other piece we had to write (it's romanticism). There's an OC, but it's not the same that I'll use for my other SPN stories.
I also referenced other stuff that happened in the past (this takes place post-series). Like the dented car roof (when the demons rolled the Impala in S6 finale) and the bent rim (Tall Tales). I don't own the Impala or Sam and Dead Winchester.
Date uploaded: September 13, 2012
