Disclaimer: The story is mine but Dean, Sam, and anything else you're familiar with cannot be credited to me.
The Metal Winchester
His hands are shaking as they clutch the wheel. Dad was going to kill him when he found out.
His feet barely reach the pedals and his nose is level with the dashboard; if it weren't for his stone cold sense of purpose he'd be a mass of jittery nerves.
He reminds himself that dad can't kill him if he bleeds to death in the back seat.
The engine purrs in his young ears as he drives for the very first time. It's almost like she's trying to soothe him with her song.
He's so freaking glad that Sam is holed up in the motel room rather than in the passenger seat.
He'd always considered the Impala to be his family's version of a house, but at the very moment that Dean pulls the car out onto the deserted highway and guns it to the nearest hospital he knows she's so much more than that.
She's a member of the family.
Ah, totally unbeta'd, so worried. looks for pixc Oh, where, Oh, where has my pixc gone?
I figure this is my version of Dean's first time behind the Impala's wheel, it just came to me a few days ago and bit me. Mostly it's just a distraction because I've been obsessing over chapter 2 of Going Home, because I don't have someone to tell me whether or not it's crap—unless you count my 10 year old cousin, but she thinks the PG version of Swell is good, her standards are really low. nudges Pixc
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