I'd had other, non-Tremors related ideas for this story I'd been planning on doing first. But for some reason, every time I tried to work on them I'd think: "Well, it's just not right of me to leave it like that... That car deserves better!" So here's the conclusion to this part of the madness.
"You know what, Sammy?" Dean asked, his grin almost manic.
"No. What?"
"I really liked that guy."
At first Sam had been grateful that his brother's mood had rebounded so quickly. Returning to town had earned them some insight into the monsters, and with it the knowledge that the creatures hadn't, in fact, actually eaten his baby. If she survived being brought back up from the baked earth of the desert, the odds were surprizingly high in favor of the Impala living to see another hunt. This had saved them both from a depression that had quickly been gearing up toward what he'd been sure would eventually have become suicidal--or more likely homocidal, knowing Dean.
He thanked Gummer for that information, he truly did. Still, the methods the man had recommended for handling the creatures had been questionable, to say the least...
He watched his brother pilot the small model car over the sand, wheels squealing loudly under the weight of it's...unusual cargo. They sat for perhaps a half hour before, on a cluster of rocks that looked deceptively like the ones they'd been stranded on earlier before the creatures took the bait. The toy was sucked into the earth, and Sam found himself reminded of a bass gulping down a fly. In fact, the expression the near childish glee Dean's face was familiar from those fishing trips they'd take with their dad long ago.
Dean dropped the bulky remote, picking up a very different device. With a grin, he pressed the button.
Standing in the desert heat he suppressed a shiver. There weren't many things Sam Winchester truly thought of as frightening. Clowns were, embarassingly enough, a given. But apart from that--
One thing was for sure. He was going to have to make sure, from this moment on, that Dean never got his hands on dynamite ever again.