(10) Eureka

A/N: Written for missmeow1968. Thanks for the reviews and the requests!

Baby sat in park outside another sheriff's office in another small town while her boys hunted down another potential monster. When put like that, it could sound boring or monotonous, when their lives were anything but. The Impala wondered what new challenge waited for them in Eureka.

"Psst!" A voice hissed to her left. Beside her sat a '94 Jeep Cherokee Sport wearing a brand new Eureka Sheriff paint job. "You're new around here." It wasn't a question.

Baby didn't know why he was whispering, so she kept her voice soft when she replied, "Yeah."

"If you have any influence on your driver at all, you'll get out. You'll get out now, while you still can!" The Jeep's voice vibrated with passion, even at the lower volume. He wanted to be believed, listened to.

It wasn't the first time her boys had taken them to a hunt dangerous enough to scare the local vehicle population. When that happened, Baby did her best to subconsciously offer her boys inspiration about what to look for. Yes, it was hit and miss when Dean would cruise around town to organise his thoughts; but the occasional 'epiphany moment' for her driver made her try.

With that in mind, Baby answered the Jeep gently. "Its okay. Whatever is going on around here, my boys are Hunters. We can help."

"Hunters?" the Jeep repeated, and Baby couldn't tell if he was on the verge of laughing or crying.

"My boys are good at what they do," she assured him, letting him hear the faith and trust she had in her boys.

"There is nothing supernatural going on in this town," the Jeep sneered at her. "That, I could handle. Around here, its the scientists you have to look out for."

If car had mouths, Baby's would have dropped open in surprise. "Scientists?"

"Ever since that new sheriff got here, the scientists have all gone bug-nuts! In the past four years I have been blown up, set on fire, launched into space, dropped in a lake, melted, smashed, shaken apart, driven into a damned invisible building, and sucked underground!" As he talked, the Jeep got progressively louder until he was bellowing loud enough for the whole block to hear. "And I am sick of it, do you hear me? Sick of it!"

A dark blue '07 Chevy Impala groaned. "We know, Carl. Alright? We know."

Carl (apparently) was not alright. "Its all his fault! That... that Sheriff Jack Carter. Somehow its all his fault. Almost twenty years, twenty years, I go barely scratching the paint job. Then Sheriff Jack Carter shows up and BOOM. Disaster after disaster."

"You look pretty good for a disaster survivor," Baby offered carefully, not wanting to set him off again. "Someone has been fixing you up."

"Don't even get me started on Henry-Rusting-Deacon!" Carl snarled.

"Oh boy, here we go again," the '07 grumbled quietly.

"Physicist, engineer, mechanic, massive pain in the wiring harness!" Carl roared the last phrase with all the passion he had in him. "He has the know-how and the resources to build me better. You know? A titanium reinforced frame, body armor. Flame resistant paint. Hell, Henry-Rusting-Deacon could load me up with an energy shield if her really wanted to. But does he? No-o-o-oo. And then, and then, he has the nerve to say he's getting gtired of working on me. Well excuse me very much for not having control over my own gears. The rusting house can open and close her own doors, but he won't install that open in me either!"

"You had to get him started?" the '07 grumbled at Baby.

"I-" Baby gaped.

"I wish I could tell Henry-Rusting-Deacon and Sheriff Destruction that the next time I get sucked into a black hole or... or get run over by another Tiny? The next time they should just let me die and be at peace!" Carl sniffed. "Is that too much to ask? Huh? Stop totaling me or stop fixing me. I don't even care which one anymore, just pick one."

When Sam and Dean got back in their car later that day, they both felt the same well of safety and home and love. Neither commented on it, but the leather seats felt particularly comfortable, almost like they were being hugged. Neither knew why they felt it so strongly in that moment, or where the reminder came from, but it didn't matter. The car knew.

Baby was thanking them and her lucky stars that she'd won the driver lottery.