I may have rushed this but all good things must come to end, right?
"Come again?"
Dean blinked. His car? Did he hear his brother right? This gorgeous creature in front of him, was his Impala?
"Like I said, this, " Sam pointed to the hotness, " is the car. A demon did it."
"What the hell kind of demon turns cars into-" Dean wasn't able to finish that sentence as he was tackled by the . . .car's embrace.
"You're hurt and bleeding and you are so lucky I am not in my original form, you know what bloods does to the-anyway- so glad you are safe!"
"Her name is Paula."
"I see. Um. Breathing would be nice." Paula let go of Dean and stepped backwards.
"So you're my car?" Dean eyed her. Heh. He always knew he had a good looking car.
"I am!"
"Dean, problem."
Leave it to Sammy boy to ruin the moments.
"Yeah, what is it? You mad your bike isn't-"
"Dean, we have no weapons. They're gone."
Oh that did set them back.
"None of them-they're all?"
Dean stared at aula who smiled back awkwardly.
"Yeah. Also a demon is kind of-the same one, wants us to leave or we die."
"Of course. Any ideas on how to?"
"Bobby said he was looking into it."
"Should we go over-"
Sam shook her head.
"Nah. He looked-he kind of wanted to be alone. He rushed us out. So I say we just let him be until the morning."
"Morning it is, so question, how did you get here? Did you ride-"
"Bobby let us take a car."
Sammy led his brother and Paula back outside. Dean cringed at the site of the abomination Sam called car.
"This is your idea of a car? It's a rusty bucket with wheels!"
Paula then, eyes lit up with sudden awakening slapped Dean in the back of the head.
"Hey!" He rubbed his head and glared at Paula.
"You cheated on me! I just remembered." Paula walked over to the driver's side.
"Sammy can't drive very well. It's like a grandma. So, get in boys."
Sammy smiled. He was not so secretly relived that Dean too, would be getting whacked by Paula with her random declarations of being cheated on. He wouldn't have to suffer alone.
The ride to the hotel was a quite and awkward one. Paula drove with ease and would pet the dashboard as if she and the car were bonded and were having a conversation.
"This is the room you sleep in?"
Paula picked up a towel off the lamp and dropped when she saw stains.
"It's cheap." Dean shrugged.
"You care about money spending when you have credit card scams? Dean-o just get a nice hotel. It's not your money anyway, so spend it proudly and right. This just wont do. The sheets even clean?"
Paula cautiously made her way towards a bed and hesitantly pulled back the covers.
"Do they pass the test?" Sam watched her movements.
" I suppose. Now," Paula tuned around and smiled at the brothers, " who is sleeping on the floor?"
"What?" Both asked in perfect unison. Paula sighed.
"Well, two beds and three of us. Someone isn't going to be on the bed. So. Which of you kind gentlemen would that be?"
Paula leaned back and sat down at the edge of the bed.
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"I am the oldest. I get to sleep on the bed."
"Dean come on! I'm bigger, I should get the bed."
"No! You're too big for the bed! I get it." Dean tried to jump on the vacant one.
"No. Dean I am getting that bed. I had a long day and I deserve that damn bed."
This continued on fore several more minutes and preceded several shorts physical fights and led to the rock, paper succors championship play offs. Winner takes all. With a rare stroke of luck Dean had managed to actually produce something other than he would normally. He won. Sammy grumbled off in the corner chair is annoyance.
"Goodnight boys!"
"How did you sleep?"
Sammy's neck was tilted to the side and he responded with a low growl and continued to ignore Dean's existence. Sam and the evil chair had fight all night. He wanted comfort and the chair seemed to be against it.
"I had a great rest! Okay so let's go!"
"I'm going to have say I will miss this."
Paula stopped stretching and smiled at dean.
"Miss what?"
"You'll be back into a car, if he found something."
Sam was also slightly sad by this revelation that he seemed to have ignored. He and the car did start to redevelop more of a bond and oh god. He looked down at his feet in shame and hoped his face wasn't red. He had a crush on Paula.
This was beyond strange. His mother died on the ceiling as did his girlfriend and now he spent all his time fighting supernatural forces with a car he now wouldn't mind dat-this was a new world of sick and-Sam looked up again.
Paula and Dean were talking, she laughed and brushed her hair from her face and- Sam looked away again. Feelings that should be existing were burring up inside his chest. He was a sick, sick man.
"Sammy what's wrong?" Sam's body tenses and he slowly looked up. Paula and Dean were staring at him.
"Uh. I am fine. Tired I guess. Didn't get much sleep." He glared at Dean.
Good. Awkward averted.
"Whatever, you lost. I am going to pack the bucket." He still refused to acknowledge the new vehicle as car. Dean grabbed his packed bag and left the room.
"Is something bugging you Sammy?"
Yes.
"No. Really. Just-ah. My neck kind of hurts." Sam closed his eyes and tried to stretch.
"Should you call him, before we leave?"
Paula placed her hand on Sam shoulder. Sam jumped up.
"Yes! I will do that. I um. Want to take a shower first."
He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. He then promptly ran back out and grabbed some clothes, smiled at Paula before closing the door once more.
One hour and three milky ways later everyone was packed and into the rusty bucket with wheels. That was all Dean said he could give the wannabe car
Bobby was not picking up the phone. No one seemed to take that heart or think much on it. It was early after all.
"Do you think he can help us? I mean you guys need the car again."
There was hint of sadness in her voice. Sam was glad he wasn't in the front seat. He sat on his hands and tried to focus on the outside.
"It's Bobby. He knows everything. He could probably write the how to guide on hunting."
Dean put the rust in gear and they started the journey. It was only a few hour drive. Paula was antsy and they kept having to stop every 20 miles or so for the bathroom and Sam tried to catch up on much needed sleep.
"Here it is." Dean pulled up to the junk yard and parked. Sam lifted his head na reluctantly got out.
"Something feels off."
"Sam looked at the house in confusion.
"Off? What do you mean?"
"I don't know."
The three walked up to the house. Dean lifted his hand to knock, the door opened on it's own. Dean looked at Sam, before entering. The lights were out and some candles in front room were still burning.
"Sam, didn't Bobby lock the door when we left? I heard it, you know?"
"Yeah. Bobby?"
"I'll check outside." Paula left to do just that. Dean walked to the couch in front room.
"Sammy." Sam looked up at the top of the stairs before walking towards his brother voice.
"What is that." Dean asked when his brother reached his side.
"A broken Devils Trap." There indded was Devil Trap on the floor in front of the couch, the lines were borken.
"I think he was doing something, maybe a job. He was nervous. I should have stayed."
Dean looked out the window and did a double take.
"Sam."
Sam followed his brother line of vision. Outside next to the rusty junk of a car, stood their Impala.
"How-"
"He's not here."
The boys jumped at sound of the new voice. Ellen stepped into the light. Her hair was a mess, her face had small cuts. One around her eye and the other on her cheeks. Her hands were shaking.
"He's not here." Her legs gave out from under her and Dean jumped in front to catch her before she fall.
"Ellen, where is he?"
"I- I don't know. He didn't answer his phone. We-we had a thing." Ellen placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes,
"I came over to check on him. It was so cold. I heard this voice. I thought I knew who it was. I walked in the room and this thing, had him by the throat."
"Ellen, was it a demon?" Sam asked gently.
" I-I don't know. Maybe. It saw me. Bobby, he told me to go but the thing grabbed me and then . ."
"What?"
"I don't know. I think it knocked me out." Dean led her to sit down on the couch. Ellen rubbed her temples with her hands.
"I'm going to check on something. I'll be right back."
Sam smiled at Ellen quickly before heading out to the car.
The last 16 hours were crazy for him. The car was human and now it was back being just that. Bobby was missing, Ellen was a mess and they had the Impala back.
That was sort of their happy ending wasn't it? They were getting bored after all. Maybe having a new life mission would cure that. Find the missing Bobby. This sounded all so familiar.