I got bored. Still do not own. if you see any glaring typos feel free to hate and alert me.

This was the moment he was dreading for years. He knew he made mistakes but this one, this one was the stupidest and most costly thing he's ever done. He's always looked down at others for following the same but in reality he knew he was no better, in some ways he was worse.

He didn't bother to turn the lights on. He sat on the couch, in the darkness, waiting for his end. He thought of everyone in his life who he lost, saved and the friends he's made.

The family he had and how much he was going to miss those boys. But he was brave, he was a hunter, veteran. Some praised him and thought of him as hero. If only they knew..

11:56

Four minutes until the end. Four minutes before he was taking his bow. This wasn't how he pictured his final moments on Earth. He was going down swinging but not like this.

For the first time in a long time Bobby could say in all honestly, unashamed, he was afraid of the dark, of what was coming, what he would have to face.

11:58

Two minutes.

The air, he felt it, started to grow colder. He rubbed his arms, not letting go of crucifix in his right hand. It was mostly likely going to be useless. Those damn pain-in-my-ass higher level demons.

11:59

One more minute before . ..

He closed his eyes, brought the crucifix to face, he started to pray. He didn't want this. He wanted to say goodbye. He wanted to retire, end with a normal life. He didn't want to go down like this. He wanted to have a wife, he wanted that white picket fence, the dog.

His dog . . . He missed her. That bitch Meg. Oh how he-

" Bobby."

Bobby opened his eyes.

This was not the voice he was waiting for.

"Sam? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I need your help." Sam looked over his shoulder, a pretty young woman, wearing baggy clothing entered.

"You need dating advice" Bobby was surprised and slightly irritated forgetting a moment the importance of the hour.

"That is that impala, Bobby."

That was the impala? He turned the car into a girl? This was a new one.

"You turned the Impala into a girl so you can date her? You want to date a car?"

The woman glared at Bobby.

"I remember you. You wanted to turn me into scrap metal. I do not like you." She turned her body to the side and refused to look at Bobby.

"I do not want to date the car! A demon turned the car into this. Do you know of anything that can do that?"

Bobby scratched the back of his head.

"Not on the top of my head--you sure a demon did this? What the hell kind of a demon turns cars into people?"

"That's why I came here. I thought you would know. We need to change her back. We have no weapons. My computer was in-we need to get her back into car form."

" You don't want me to be human anymore?" Human formally known as Impala pouted and started to tear up.

"Does Dean know?"

"Bobby, when she um..turned she wasn't exactly--if Dean saw her I think she'd be." Sam shakes his head free of those bad thoughts again.

"I think I get what you're saying but don't you think he should know why the car is no longer with you?"

"Dean! Where is he? The last time I saw him he was cheating on me."

Bobby looked at Sam.

"She means-she thinks if we use another car, form of transportation, we're cheating,"

"Well what else would you call it!" She hits Sam's shoulder and goes back to her half turned position glaring at the wall.

"Your clock stopped."

Bobby looked up at the clock. Fear started rise again.

" It's late. I'll do what I can by checking out this demon. Take one of my cars and go back to whatever cheap motel you're in this time. I'll call you when I find something."

Sam nodded slowly

"Thanks Bobby-

"Sam-I .Why don't you take some of my wife's old clothes. She looks ridiculous. What do you even call her? Car?"

" I never though of-"

"I like the name Impy!"

"Paula? Like Impala?" Sam heads up the stairs to get the box.

"Paula? Gross but okay."

"You have memories?" Bobby stared at her curiously.

"Yes. I haven't forgiven you for trying to junk me, but you look after my boys and for that I am grateful." Paula smiled at Bobby before looking at her feet.

Sam came back down with some clothing

"Thank again, I'll get it back to you-"

"Yeah, it's nothing. Just- I'll see you later Sam." He squeezed shoulder and smiled heading to the front door.

"Flowers?" Paula played with dress as she headed out.

Bobby leaned against the door after it closed. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Sorry about being late but you know me. I am not going to take you while you have company."

Now that was the voice he was waiitng for.

"He's not stupid. Sam's going to figure you out sooner or later. "

"I don't want you to, that's why." Paula crossed her arms and glared.

"Look, we have to get back to the motel and this is the fastest way. I know you don't like the idea of me or Dean . .cheating but it's not what this is about. We love you. You're an awesome. . .car."

Paula slowly looked back up at Sam. He was doing his puppy dog eyes she's seen him use on the older Winchester men when he wanted his way.

"I remember the first time you discovered the power of that look. You were six and really wanted an ice cream cone." Paula smiled and opened the door to the passenger side.

"You have memories?" He opened the driver's side and got in.

"I remember everything. John buying me when he was just a kid. He never took care of me like you two."

Sam turned the key.

"About the time-when I crashed you into Constance's house. It was the only way I could get her to go in."

"I know but I wasn't used to being sacrificed like that."

Sam looked at the wheel and started to laugh.

"What is it? What's funny?"

"It's just, I am having a heart to heart conversation with a car. It's just a little strange."

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