Title: into a world reborn
Disclaimer: the Winchesters and their lady aren't mine; neither's Bobby Singer
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: second
Prompt: A person who purchases an old '67 Impala before finding out that it is haunted by either/both of the Winchester brothers...?
"Damn, that's a sweet car," Joe tells you, walking around your new ride to look at her from every angle. You pat the dashboard and smirk. "How much you'd pay for this old girl?" he asks.
"Got her dirt cheap from Bobby Singer," you say. "Couldn't wait to get her off his hands, the old fool."
Joe shook his head. "Don't know what my dad sees in him," Joe remarks, trailing his hands along the car. "His time's come and gone."
"Joey," you drawl, straightening in the seat, peering up at him through the window. "Wanna go for a ride?"
"Fuck, yeah!" he says, hurrying around the Impala and yanking open the door, sliding shotgun.
Before shifting into drive, you glance in the rearview. For a moment, you see a man, his hazel eyes wide and sad, blood dripping down his face.
But only for a moment, and ghosts don't scare you. Not in this new world the Winchesters paid for with their lives.
Drive, you hear. Sunset's callin'.
You smile at Joe, and do.