Title: The Impala's Road
By: Tidia
Thanks to: MOG for quick turn around betaing, and to Ridley
They know they will never be delivered. Their burdens are carried and witnessed by the road from place to place. When there is time to pause- a hand on the door latch before they enter and then they look at their reflection. Sam looks at his reflection and sees it is blurred, signifying he is in the wrong place. Once he gets into the driver's seat, his hands tighten on the wheel once, and then tighten again before he slowly releases them, accepting his fate-for the moment. He is never quite comfortable. He gingerly rests his arm on the door, but never relaxing himself into the interior. Then he presses on the gas pedal, urgently, to be elsewhere or just away. Then he decides this isn't the right time to return to his old life.
Dean sees all the cracks, the imperfections in the paint and time wearing on the finish, just like him. It will never be enough. When Dean commands the wheel his grip is unrelenting when he is worried, lessening if Sam is by his side, sleeping his head resting against the glass of the passenger seat. Dean allows the driver's seat to envelope him, only thinking of the present moment because there is no future for a hunter, a protector. When his attitude shifts the music is turned on. Hard, staccato rhythms pulsate through the speakers to bring with them forgetfulness.
Then there is the silence. The interior matched the exterior-black and ominous. Physical hurts punctuate the quietness with prayers of speed and surety. Harsh words bring their own form of stillness. Only the humming of the engine and time can bring peace and solace to those times.