A/N: So sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. Thanks to everybody who Fave'd it! Asya, Hope ya get a kick outta the trucks GREUSOME demise!
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or the song clips! Just for fun and friends! LOVE!
Dean Winchester couldn't remember the last time he'd slept that well. For the first time in… MONTHS, the dark oblivion that always eluded him finally settled his anguished mind. If only for a short time. No flashes of red lightning, screams of tortured souls. The triumphant, twisted note in a voice more familiar than even his own, 'I always told you this would happen in Detroit.' , didn't replay in his ears, turning his slumbering form into a flinching, gasping mess. The peaceful void overpowered the great black hole that started with '… Go live some normal apple pie life. Promise me, Dean! Promise!' and swallowed him whole with a dark grey coat and blue blood stained plaid flapping in winds fanned by Hell fire. For once he didn't bolt from sleep because of an image of the gaping mouth of Hell grinning a blinding white light over the precious prize it had stolen from him.
On this night, a bleeding heart rested to the lullaby of humming tires on asphalt and the gentle rumble of a well-tuned motor. His shredded soul finding a sliver of peace in the crinkle of worn leather seats and a warm rattle of Lego blocks in a heating vent. On this night, Dean woke to his head bouncing off the ceiling instead of the all too familiar dry-throated scream of 'Saaaam!'
Another knock to the cranium brought him back to reality. Grabbing instinctually at the twirling steering wheel, he envisioned his beloved car careening toward something hard and unmovable at the bottom of some random embankment. Clarity crept into Dean's mind as trees thinned onto an empty harvested corn field. Drifting carefully to a halt, the Impala's door popped open waiting patiently for the occupant to exit.
Obeying the silent order, Dean stepped out and away from the seemingly possessed vehicle before him.
Looking around the moonlit clearing, he tried to understand the Impala's reasoning.
"What the Hell're we doing here?" He turned back to her, arms spread imploringly.
Without replying, Baby backed up and turned about face. A low rumble escaped from deep in her engine block as headlights flared to high beam. There directly ahead of them, looking for all the world like the proverbial "deer caught inheadlights", hunched Dean's work truck. As his eyes adjusted to the new brightness, he took in the sight of the muddy yellow body, deep newly made dents and scratches along the bed and the four dirty rims sitting on only an inch of now flattened rubber.
'If I didn't know better, I could swear… damn it but it almost looks like it's trembling in terror!'
"How on earth did you get out here?" dumbfounded, Dean started forward toward the disaster that was the Ford. He didn't make it more than a few steps before Baby squealed forward to block him with her front fender.
"Did you bring the truck out here? What's this all about?" He yelled, motioning at the cringing vehicle.
The unnerving sight before him slackened his reflexes to the point that, when the Impala switched on the radio to channel surf, he visibly jump several inches.
Dean's eyes widened in disbelief as the voice of a famous ring announcer's sing-song catch phrase blared from the speakers.
Laaaadies and gentlemen!
Lllllleeeeeettttttt's get reeeeeeady to rummmmmble!
This yeeeeear's Wrestle Mania main event…
Years of finely honed instincts lurched him back as Baby revved her motor into a growl even the most sinister of demons would have cowered from. Intuition threw his arms up to defend against an onslaught of grass and gravel as tires burned rubber - a pissed tiger preparing to pounce. And this beautiful monster of metallic muscle was setting sights on the already pitifully chastened truck.
"Whoa! Whooaa! What the hell do ya think you're gonna do? Go all demolition derby on it?" He screamed, reaching for a handle to … Aw, damn it! I don't know! Yank the keys! Set the E-brake!
Neither of which happened because of the sudden reversal of her wheels sending her back a few feet, well out of Dean's reach, all the while maintaining target.
Static switched to a commercial featuring a familiar voice to anyone who's ever seen World's Dirtiest Jobs.
Zero down - Zero percent financing!
Compared to the competition!
NOTHING BEATS A CHEVY!
And then the last thing Dean could ever imagine … happened! - and considering his former life, there was a BUTT LOAD of weird he could imagine!
The Impala started pulling and folding in on herself!
Joints, hinges, and bearings shifted positions with unearthly groans and whining. With each snap and click of parts falling into new places, Dean's heart jumped with a mixture of awe and horror he hadn't experienced since Sammy's swan dive. In a matter of minutes - or perhaps a life-time but who's counting? - a 2 story wall of American ingenuity stood before him like something out of a Marvel - based movie!
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
She lifted a heavy arm, pointing at the truck.
So they won't get your soul … or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room … for the last time
The Impala skipped forward a step, 'chest?' puffing out in an intimidating manner.
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave here limping
I wish you'd do it again
I'll watch you leave here limping
HERE COMES THE NEXT CONTESTANT
"HOLY SHHH ….!" The former hunter slapped at his cheek trying desperately to assure himself this was only a dream. But nope! It stung alright!
Baby looked down at him, idle choking down to a deep laugh.
' Now I finally get how ants feel under a magnifying glass on a sunny day!'
Then, like a bolt of lightning, it stuck him!
"You're pissed off cause you thought … that…" he motioned at the Ford " was replacing you! Right?"
And who would have ever thought that a ¼ ton vehicular robot could look as dejected a kicked puppy?
" Aw, Baby! Damn it! Don't know you've always been my girl? Hell! Since, what…? I was a baby? C'mon? Not that truck … not any car can ever replace YOU!" Dean's heart clogged his throat as he grinded out "For Christ's sake … Me and Sammy, we …" Taking a bracing breath, "You're branded with our initials! Remember?"
Reaching to her side, Impala gently touched her back passenger door and nodded.
"Crap! The only reason I even got the damn thing was cause Lisa said…"
At the mention of the human female owner-stealer, Baby stepped back and crossed her arms with a growl.
"Oh-ho! So you got a hate on for Lis, too, huh?"
The towering ball of jealousy pointed at him as the engine groaned something unmistakenly like 'Uh-huh!'
"Yeah, well! Even I gotta admit. The apple pie life ain't as sweet as I always thought it'd be." He chuckled, shaking his head at his girl.
Looking over at the Ford, Dean weighed the pros and cons. The truck seemed to almost visibly shrink back with trepidation of his decision.
"I let you go ballistic on it… then what? How'll I explain to Lisa my classic car went Transformer on the truck and wiped a corn field with it's frame?"
Impala giggled, slamming a fist into palm to illustrate what she thought could be done about the woman.
"NO! You can NOT pound her! But … she wouldn't be the first woman I walked out on. And probably not the last!" He finished, scratching at his the back of his neck with a grin.
"Say I step out of the 'burbs, what're we going to do?" He asked.
This whole crazy night, 'Scratch that! Whole crazy LIFE!', now left Dean unafraid when his baby knelt down, and more carefully than her size and strength should have allowed, placed the tip of a finger under his chin and gently lifted his face toward hers.
Oh Sammy
My flap slappy clam ma'am
We've come
To take you home
….
We've come to take you home
With your shining teeth of gold
And your soul you said you sold
….
Into my little pocket
We put it all away
To save you up for another day
A silent tear slid down his cheek, realizing he wasn't the only one missing his little brother.
I love you
You love me
We're a hap-py fam-a-ly!
"Yeah, Baby! We'll find a way to get Sammy home! And be a family again!" A proud owner grinned broadly as he patted the huge paw of his robotic car.
Nodding with renewed resolve, Dean waved a hand toward the already half crippled truck.
"Go ahead! Make it suffer like we have!" He laughed like a kid on Christmas as he strode over to lean against a nearby tree and watch the show!
Baby wasted no time in charging the Ford. A strong kick to the driver's door lifted it straight up into the air. As the vehicle peaked height and dead-weighted to the ground, Impala brought a fist down over the roof crushing the cab into the ground. Grabbing it by the front end and the bed, one sure move separated the truck into two sections. Still holding both halves, she turned and pointed at Dean as if to say 'This one's for you, hun!'. Spreading her arms as far as she could, the Impala slammed both parts together effectively crushing the pickup like a soda can. Twisting and squeezing the pieces into a ball, she callously tossed it over a massive shoulder.
'Like yesterday's trash tossed to the curd!', he laughed to himself.
"Alrighty, Baby! Probably the best place to start would be Bobby. But first! You'll kinda stick out like a sore thumb. Any way you can … um… you know!" Dean fumbled, not wanting to anger or insult his girl.
Knowingly, she gave him a "thumbs-up" and, it seemed faster than the first time, she shifted easily back into his beloved '67 Chevy Impala 4-door hard top. With well-practiced ease, he slide in behind the wheel and pulled out one of their old cells from the glove compartment, astounded to find the battery only a little less than half dead. While Baby peeled out for the highway, Dean selected a contact and 'Send'.
"Hey ya, Bobby! Yeah! Damn good to hear your voice, too! Calling to let ya know I'm back in the game and see if you can help me with a hunt!"
"What am I going after?" He reached up and stroked his best girl's dash.
"My brother, Bobby! We're going to get Sammy back!" Giving Impala a loving pat, Dean sat back with a genuine smile at the purring and how the dusty cassette got pulled into the tape deck.
No-ho stop signs, speed limits
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
No body's gonna mess me round
Have what I wanna … and what I chose
Playing in a rockin' band
Hey mama
Look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on a highway to Hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on a highway to Hellllllllll!
WWWWOOOOOOOWWWWW
The End