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AN: So, this was real flashfic entry for the prompt 'about a car'.
Five times Dean Winchester washed the Impala
The first time Dean washed the Impala, he was two. It was a sunny summer's day, and Mommy carried him outside with much ceremony, eyes laughing all the time. Daddy brought him a bucket of soapy water and a sponge, and together they helped Dean dip it in, rub at the dirt gently, gently, little circling motions, and squeeze the dirty water out again.
Then Daddy drenched them both with the hose, and Mommy chased him around the car laughing. They fell onto the grass, kissing, and Dean toddled over, giggling, and fell on top of them, sponge in hand.
The second time Dean washed the Impala, he was seven. They were at Pastor Jim's, and Dad had been hurt on a hunt, so he was in bed getting well. The impala was covered in mud, and Dean took Sammy outside, begged soapy water and sponges off Pastor Jim, and showed his little brother how to get the dirt off, gentle circling rubs with the sponge.
When Dad finally came down, the Impala looked worse than before, all streaks and swirls of water and dirt, but he bent down and hugged Dean and Sammy, laughing and pleased, just the same.
The third time Dean washed the Impala, he was sixteen, and Dad had given it to him for his very own on his last birthday. This time, Sammy didn't help him; he wanted to do it all on his own, this first time he washed his own car. Dad stood at the door to the house and watched him, smiling.
"Shame we don't have a hose," he said, eyes bright.
"Way too cold," Dean said, smiling back, but he threw the sponge at his Dad just the same, while Sam stood by and looked puzzled and a little left out.
The fourth time Dean washed the Impala, he'd just spent three weeks rebuilding it after a crash, after his own demolition of it, and every sweep of the sponge over the dusty black surface made him tremble, made him want to throw up.
Dad was dead, gone forever, and Dean would never be able to throw a sponge at him or laugh at him or remember Mom with him ever again. Sam was watching him from across the junkyard, but whenever Dean looked at him all he saw was Dad.
If you can't save him, you'll have to kill him…
The fifth time Dean washed the Impala, he was about to go to hell for eternity. It was almost the last thing he did, wash the car with Sam, throw the sponge at him, drench him with the hose, laughing and shouting and horribly conscious that he would never be able to do this again.
The next day, they were three hundred miles away and Sam was driving. Dean's legs hurt like hell – as did his head – but the sun was out and it was a warm day and so he demanded they pull over and wash the damn car.