Missing.
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I'd never been so glad to get to a motel as I was tonight.
Sam and Dean had been going at it for hours and I was getting to the point of complete exasperation
I don't even remember how the discussion began, but things were really going downhill as Dean was dragging up the whole Ruby fiasco.
"I told you back then not to trust a demon. You should have listened Sam. Demons lie, you know that!"
"She saved my life Dean! Then I thought it was the only way to get revenge on Lilith for what she had done to you. She had her hell-hounds tear you apart before my very eyes, if you've forgotten. I wanted to make her pay," Sam persisted, his voice rising.
Of course Dean answered back and it all escalated into one big shouting match. Boy, I just wanted to smack their heads together but it's a bit difficult when you have doors instead of arms!
They were still bickering when Dean pulled into the parking lot of a motel and went to get a room.
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Hell, I love those two but was I ever glad to see their asses disappear inside and out of my sight.
Peace at last!
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I wasn't worried because they wouldn't be my boys if they didn't have a go at each other now and then; by tomorrow it would have all blown over and they would be shuffling about with hang-dog expressions on their faces trying to apologize to each other.
They'd be good for a day or two and then find something else to bitch about!
Dean had parked me with my hood facing their window and through the curtains I could see Sam was still gesticulating, his arms open wide while Dean threw his duffel on the bed, a scowl on his face.
I sighed and settled down for the night. Winchesters!
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I was enjoying some well earned peace and quiet when I heard a faint scratching on my door.
It wasn't Dean as the lights were off in the room and I had seen both boys settle down to sleep.
I couldn't believe my ears when I felt someone picking the lock and quietly slipping into the driving seat, leaning over to unlock the passenger door.
This was a car-napping! Someone was trying to steal me.
These two must have a death-wish for when Dean caught them and I had no doubt that he would, his anger would explode like a thousand fiery suns!
I have to say the thieves were smart. The guy took off the brake and I could feel someone pushing me slowly from behind. The parking lot was on a slight incline and I slid down silent and easy onto the road. The second man jumped in as my engine revved up and we hit the open road at full speed.
I was well and truly screwed.
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By the time morning came we could be anywhere and the boys would have to work overtime to find me.
To my surprise the two didn't go far and I found myself inside what seemed a mechanic's workshop.
They got out and covered me with a tarp, talking in hushed tones.
"Our client asked for a 1967 Impala and when I saw this one drive into town I couldn't believe my luck, man. We'll transfer her in a couple of hours inside the closed truck and get her to Las Vegas where they'll do her over to the client's specs," he congratulated himself.
"Yeah, these beauties are pretty rare now and he'll pay well to get it," the other agreed satisfied
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Do me over! Las Vegas!
Come on Sammy, I mentally urged my youngest. I always hate it when he suffers from nightmares and can't sleep but I hope tonight he gets a real doozy and needs to go out to the dispenser and get a soda!
As the hours passed in the dark under the tarp, and no-one arrived to rescue me, I was beginning to lose hope.
Once in Vegas and with my connotations changed, the boys would never find me.
An intermittent buzzing in my glove compartment jacked my optimism up a notch. It was the trill of one of John's old phones which Dean still kept juiced up.
It had to be the boys for I doubted that any of John's old acquaintances would be looking for him in the middle of the night after all these years.
I don't know if such an old phone had a GPS, but I was sure my Sammy would figure out exactly where I was.
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A few moments after the phone went silent, I heard a truck pull up outside, then the door opening and the voices of the two kidnappers.
The tarp was pulled back as the men looked me over again.
"She's a real beauty!" the taller guy crowed. "Yeah, we were lucky to find an Impala in such a perfect state of conservation."
You two douche-bags don't know that I'm Dean's pride and joy, I growled to myself, and I don't envy you when Dean arrives!
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Right on cue the door was flung open and my two boys stalked through, calm and collected as if they were going to a tea-party.
"Well now," Dean said as he came forward smirking. "I believe you've mistakenly taken something that belongs to me. And that's a very naughty thing to do!"
I could see Sam standing by the door, his Taurus pointed unwaveringly at the two thieves.
Dean waved them to the side with his pistol, indicating that the two should move away from me towards the exit.
He gave me an all-inclusive glance and nodded satisfied on seeing I was unharmed.
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"I hope you're both going to apologise before I take back my property," he smiled turning back to the men.
I saw the two exchange a glance. They weren't going to let me go without a fight.
I felt a little sorry for them but not much, when Dean launched himself forward like a speeding arrow and landed a powerful uppercut to a chin, and not to leave the other without attention, he followed up with a second crunching punch to his partner.
The two douches reeled back but after the surprise wore off they moved forward threateningly.
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"I wouldn't do that," Sam's calm voice invaded the room. "Unless you want me to blow a hole in you."
"Now little brother," Dean objected. "You wouldn't shoot two unarmed men now, would you?"
Sam inclined his head to the side as if considering the problem. "Yeah. I think I would," he answered seriously.
Dean opened his arms wide. "Okay, this is what we'll do. I need my morning work-out so my brother is going to put down his gun and we'll have a little sparring practice. If you win, you take the car. How's that sound?"
The thieves watched cagily until they saw Sam holster his gun and then threw themselves onto Dean who looked positively happy as he beat the guys up and down the place.
Sam stood by amused, hanging on to one or the other if they came too close, sending them back into the fight.
I cringed at the pounding of flesh on flesh, but before long two men were down and one on his feet, albeit wobbling a little but with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.
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Dean looked up at his brother. "Not bad, eh Sammy?"
"Yeah, Dean. You're gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, " Sam grinned, shaking his head at his zany sibling.
"What are we going to do with these two beauties?" the younger Winchester asked, indicating the unconscious men lying on the floor.
"We'll tie them up in the truck and park it in front of the Cop Station. I bet my Baby isn't the first car they've stolen."
Before long they were expertly trussed up in the van.
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"You got a pen, Sam?"
Sam rummaged in his jacket and pulled out a black marker which Dean used to write across the men's fore-heads. "We're car thieves Arrest us"
"Mm, not bad Dean but you forgot to put the periods at the end of the phrases. What did they teach you in school, man?"
Dean pursed his lips and added two dots "Happy now, Sammy?"
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Dean parked the van a few yards from the station, then sneaked out leaving the engine running and turned the corner to where Sam was waiting.
"Go Sam," Dean urged. "Let's go get our stuff and head out."
"We were lucky, Dean that Dad's phone was juiced up, otherwise we'd have had a much harder time tracing the Impala," Sam observed.
"Na, Sam. I would've found her wherever she was."
"Right, Sherlock," Sam huffed.
"You saying I couldn't, dude? I'm a bloodhound, I can find anything!" Dean crowed. "Come on, what have I ever looked for that I haven't found?"
"Well, how about the time we were on the trail of that shape shifter and you couldn't even…...!"
I sighed. They were off again, bickering about something else, but I knew that deep down it was just their way of sayin' "I love you, bro!"
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