"How about your car?" the demon asked, trying not to seem too anxious. Every demon knew that they were to try to get that car no matter what the cost. They could even offer John back, but if she could get it for less, she'd probably get a reward.
"Why would you want my car?" Dean asked.
"What did I just tell you?"
"You're not just giving away freebies," Dean said. "There's got to be something in it for you."
The demon thought fast. "OK, I admit it. I don't think you'll be much of a hunter without your car and your weapon stash. But is that really worth a man's life, his soul?" she asked.
Dean hesitated. That car meant more than anything to him, besides Sam. But the demon was right. The car was just a thing. Evan Hudson was a man who made a mistake in order to save his wife. He could relate.
"Alright," Dean agreed.
The demon pulled him into a kiss.
"What was that for?" Dean asked, disgusted. Demon germs, eww.
"That's how we seal a deal," the demon said.
"Yeah, well, I liked to be warned before I'm molested by Hell Rats."
"Say, goodbye to your baby," the demon smirked, and as Dean watched a hole opened up in the ground and sucked in his car. He turned back to look at the demon, but she was gone. He started walking back to Evan's place. This is going to get real old, real fast, he thought.
SSSSSSSSSSSS
Sam and Evan were holding the door to his bedroom closed against the hell hound's onslaught when it suddenly stopped.
"Is it over?" Evan asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Sam said. "Let's just give it a couple of minutes."
They waited a few minutes and then ventured out into the rest of the house. The place was a mess. Overturned furniture, claw marks, broken everything. "Karen's going to be mad," Evan commented.
"If she knew the truth, she'd just be grateful that you're still around," Sam said softly. He pulled out his cell phone to call Dean.
"Hey," Dean answered his phone.
"It worked. Did you trap her and exorcise her?"
"Not exactly," Dean answered.
"What does that mean?" Sam said. He was worried that Dean had sold his soul to save Evan. It sounded like something stupid his brother would do.
"I'll explain when I get there," Dean said. "I have to go," he added as he saw a car sitting to the side of the road that looked just right for stealing. He pulled up to Evan's house a few minutes later.
"What's that?" Sam asked as he came out to meet him.
"This is a car," Dean answered. "And you're supposed to be the smart one."
"I know it's a car. Where's the Impala?"
"I sold it."
"You sold it? For what?" Sam couldn't imagine what would be important enough for Dean to sell his baby. Sometimes Sam thought Dean loved that car more than him.
"For Evan's soul."
Sam was confused. "You made a deal for Evan's soul and all they wanted was the car?"
"What do you mean all?"
"Yeah, I know it means the world to us. It's our home. But what would a demon want with it?"
"She said we wouldn't be very good at hunting without our car and weapons," Dean explained.
"Well, she may have a point," Sam conceded. "What are we going to do? I assume this is a stolen car, we can't keep it too long."
"I called Bobby on the way over. He's going to hook us up. We just have to get up there."
"OK, well we'll drive this one for a couple of states and then change up a few times on the way there."
"That was my plan."
"What about weapons?" Sam asked.
"We'll go to the Roadhouse and I'll play some poker and see if I can't win us some weapons from other hunters."
"That's a good idea," Sam agreed.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSS
One week later
"Hey, boys," Bobby greeted them as they walked up to his yard. They had ditched their latest stolen car a couple of miles away, so as not to bring suspicion onto Bobby.
"Hey, Bobby," they both said simultaneously.
"Seems like you boys only come around when you want something," Bobby said gruffly.
Sam looked down and fidgeted with his foot, and Dean just said, "Yes, sir."
Bobby laughed and said, well you probably won't like it, but all I've got to give you is a '94 Pontiac Sunbird."
"Are you serious?" Dean said. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but that was so not a badass car.
"Beggars can't be choosers, son," Bobby said, trying to hide a smile. He didn't even know how Sam was going to fit in the thing.
"Here it is," Bobby said, leading them over to it.
"Red?" Dean yelled again in a new outrage. "That's a girl color."
"Well, girl owned it last," Bobby admitted.
"Come on, Bobby," Dean whined.
"I'm sorry, Dean, that's all I can let you have. I'm running a business here and I've got bills to pay."
"Sorry Bobby," Sam said shooting his brother a look. "We don't mean to be ungrateful. It's very good of you to give us any car. You certainly didn't have to."
"Yeah, sorry," Dean chimed in. He realized Sam was right. He was just sad at the loss of his car.
The next day they went to the Roadhouse and Dean won enough off the other hunters to start hunting again. It was weird in their new car, though. They definitely wouldn't be able to sleep in it. The front had bucket seats!
(A/N: Just so everybody knows, the car that Bobby gave Sam and Dean was my first car. I wanted them to have something of mine, since I keep stealing their lives.)