I took my first breath in, and opened my eyes for the first time. It was a bit disorienting, being in a human body. The first thing I noticed was the cold blanket of rain hitting me. This is new, I thought. Oh, thinking, that was new as well. I laid on the ground for a while, but when I started to shake from cold, I decided I should get up and try this walking thing.
"Now, all you do is put two feet on the ground..." I paused for a second, amused by the sound of my own voice. "HellooOOo." I laughed, changing the pitch if my voice. I was having so much fun that I hadn't noticed that I had succeeded in standing up, and I laughed at that as well. "That was easy," I remarked happily.
I was still a bit hesitant about the walking bit, though. Just move one foot in front of the other, I coached myself. I picked my right foot up, but I started to lose my balance, so I let my foot fall down again. A short huff escaped my lips, but then a surge of determination ran through me. I scooted my foot forward quickly, and, although I swayed a bit, I didn't fall over. A victorious smile crept onto my lips, and I moved my other foot forward. Left, right, left, right. I repeated the process until I was underneath the overhang of the motel and was no longer being pelted with rain.
There was a sound to my left, and I turned my head to see Sam walk out of a motel room. I felt my cheeks tighten and turn upwards into what I could only assume was a smile, but as I saw the look on Sam's face, my smile fell into a frown. He ran around the parking lot a bit, looking extremely confused, angry, and a maybe, a tad bit scared. After he had went around the entire parking lot, he went back inside.
What was that about? I was about to go and find out when Dean burst out of the motel room, quickly followed by Sam and Cas. I didn't really like the tone of Dean's voice, so I backed into the shadows, hoping they wouldn't see me. I watched on as Sam tried, in vain, to calm Dean down. What for, I had no idea. Wait, no, I do know, I told myself. He was screaming about his car. Me. I moved my foot forward to go and tell then that I was alright, but it got caught, and I fell to the ground with a light thud.
By the time I got back up, they were already back inside. "Damn," I muttered. I walked a few steps, but stopped when I realized that I didn't know what room they were in. I tried to think back and remember, but, as it turned out, I didn't have a good memory, even though I'd only been alive for about twenty minutes. I figured the best solution was to just try every door. I would find them eventually.
I went to the door closest to me and knocked, stepping back a bit. A few moments later, a large and intimidating man with a tangled beard opened the door with a grunt, and it was then that I realized how short I really was. This man had to be more than two head taller than me. "Sorry," I muttered meekly, "I was just looking for my friends." He slammed the door in my face with another grunt, so I went to the next door.
The same kind of thing happened with the next five doors I tried: disgruntled people slamming the door in my face. But, thankfully, I found the right room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Sammy open the door.
"Uhm... who are you?" he asked. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I almost felt a bit offended that he didn't know me. Despite my feelings, I just looked up at him and said, "Sammy, I'm the Impala." And when I say, "I looked up at him," I literally mean up. If you thought the other guy was tall, you should see Sam compared to me. He was at least a foot taller than me. He was like a freaking building.
he tilted his head like the puppy that he is, looking extremely confused. He leaned out the door and looked around the parking lot. "Did Becky tell you to do this?" he asked, sounding annoyed. "This sounds a lot like one of her... fanfictions."
I shook my head. "Well, I don't know a Becky, and I don't know what 'fanficions' are, so no." He didn't look too convinced, but he sighed, rubbed his temple, and said, "You know what, I'm not even going to question it anymore. My life is weird enough." He stepped aside to let me in, and I happily obliged.
I was glad to be out of the cold rain, and I could already feel the warmth seeping into my skin. Other than that, the first thing I noticed upon entering the room was Dean, passed out on the bed. "Dean," I gasped, and ran over to him. "Is he okay?" I asked, a bit scared. "He'll wake up in a few minutes," a deep voice said behind me, making me jump. "Cas, you scared me," I said, turning around. He tilted his head, confused. "How do you know my name?" he asked. "Because you've been in me enough for me to know your name." He looked at me strangely, but Sam looked at me even more strangely. "Oh, that sounded weird," I muttered.
"I think I should introduce myself," I said, standing up. "I'm the Impala." Castiel tilted his head even more, if that was even possible. "But..." he started slowly, "the Impala is a car. You're a human." Now I remember why I like Cas so much. He's so innocent and dumb, it's adorable. Sam just stood there silently, shaking his head slightly. "Nice deduction there, Sherlock," I sassed. "But I'm the Impala. I just happen to be human." Cas stared off a bit, and I could tell that he was trying to figure this out. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.
"Look, I don't know who did it. I don't even know why. All I know is; I'm the Impala and I'm human. Now, if you would like to investigate about how I got to this state, that would be much appreciated. Not that I don't like being human, I just miss my trunk full of weapons. It made me feel more safe. Now I'm all... squishy and soft and vulnerable." I heard a mumble behind me, and before I knew it, I had a cold gun to my back. Dean's gun.
"Who in the hell are you?" he asked quickly. " I sighed deeply, rolling my eyes dramatically. "I'm the Impala," I answered sassily. I turned around, looking at Dean. "Oh Dean," I mumbled, so glad I could finally, actually talk to him. "You have no idea how great it is to talk to you," I muttered. Dean looked past me, gun now pointed at my chest, and said, "Sam, explain to me exactly who the hell this is, or I start shooting." I held my hands up in defense, and I felt a drop of sweat trickle down my forehead. I knew he was serious.
"Woah there. No reason to get all trigger happy. I already told you who I was. Can you just chill out?" I was speaking quickly, trying to calm him down. He shook his head curtly. "No," he grunted. "I am not in the mood for this. Somebody stole my car, and now there's a little girl in my room. No, I want answers. Real answers," he said, seeing that I was about to repeat myself.
I sighed heavily. "Look, as I was telling Sam, I am the Impala. But I don't know how I got like this. Or why. All I know is, I was a car one minute, and the next, I'm a living, breathing human being." He didn't look convinced. I grumbled, and started searching through my pockets. I heard Dean cock his gun, and I raised my hands up. "I'm just trying to find you proof, okay. Proof that I am the Impala, alright?" He nodded to me after a moment, and I started digging into my pockets again, but more slowly this time. "Got it," I laughed, and pulled out a little army man. "See?" I said, showing it to both of them. "This has been crammed in the ashtray for years." I looked to both of them hopefully.
Dean snatched it from me and inspected it closely, finally lowering his gun. His expression changed from disbelief, to shock, then confusion all in a matter of seconds. He looked back at me, eyebrows furrowed, and remained silent for a minute. Sam took the toy soldier gently from Dean and looked at it, almost fondly. "Dean, it's the same one," Sam said quietly to his older brother. "No, it's not, Sam. She could have gotten this anywhere." He walked up to me threateningly and pointed his gun at me. "Have you been watching us?"he half shouts. I was really starting to get nervous by now. "Please... you have to believe me... You have to.."
I had all but resigned to the fact that they would never believe me, but one last idea popped into my head. "Just look, look at this," I said pleadingly. I lifted up my shirt a bit and turned so they could see my side clearly. There, tattooed onto me, were their initials. "S.W. and D.W. Your initials that you carved into me." I pulled my shirt back down and faced them. "I am the Impala. Your dad, John Winchester, bought me. He was going to get a Volkswagen bus, but Dean told him to get me instead. I remember every trip you've taken with me. Every time you would park me out in the middle of nowhere and just watch the stars. I remember every song I've ever played. I remember everything. Please."
It was silent in the room for a few minutes, but then Dean finally broke the silence. "Baby?" he asked quietly. I nodded at him, smiling. "Yes. Yes, that's my name," I half whispered back. He walked over to me slowly, his head tilted a bit. He stood there and looked me up and down for a minute, but then locked me in a hug. I hugged him back tightly, smiling. He let go and stepped back, looking at me again. "So my car turns into a person. I've now officially seen everything," he said bluntly. I nodded and smiled. "I guess you have.
