Chapter 4: Save the Impala
"…You do? Frigging angels!" Dean stormed, finding himself and his family outside next to the over-turned vehicle. "Warn people before you do that!"
A mischievous smile cut Bithiel's lips. "Sorry! My bad."
"All right Ms. Teenage Mutant Angel Chick! How the hell are ya pulling this off?" He demanded, waving a hand at the prone car. Folding his arms, he tried desperately to ignore the chuckles of the other men.
"I resent that. I'm neither a teenager nor a mutant! However… this chick IS an angel, so step back."
Sam took his brother's arm and pulled him back a few feet while Bobby looked on in amusement. Bithiel made a show of cracking her knuckles and sashaying over to the Impala. With a slow grin, she cocked her head and pressed two fingers to the grill of the car. Which vanished!
"What the…?" Dean lurched forward, fully ready to throttle the woman. "Where the fu …?"
The older and younger guys held him back just in time as the Impala reappeared, bobbing a few times harmlessly on it's tires. The angel swung around dramatically to face the others, throwing her arms out wide as if to scream 'Ta-da!'.
"Alright, smart ass! But she'll never turn over! There's gas and oil in places they shouldn't be!" He shot back, pulling away to examine his beloved car.
Raising an eyebrow, Bithiel approached again despite Dean's warning expression. Placing her hands on the hood and leaning over, she smiled up at the vehicle's fuming owner.
"Luckily for you, this chick's also ASE certified! Now get in and hit the ignition when I say!" She informed him, closing her eyes in concentration.
"What are ya going to do? 'Mojo band-aide' the engine into working?" He asked skeptically even as he hesitantly climbed behind the wheel.
With an exasperated sigh, one eye cracked open as Bithiel regarded him solemnly.
"Dude, just get in the damn car and do it, will ya? We're all tired and my head is killing me!" Sam hollered at his pain in the ass brother. For the first time since he showed up at the ritual gone wrong, Dean regretfully noticed his little brother holding his head with a pronounced flinch. Ego gave way to worry as he took a seat to wait and nodded his readiness.
After a couple of minutes of focusing, the angel yelled out, "Hit it!"
Not believing it would work, Dean shook his head as he turned the key…
Then slammed back in his chair, surprised, when the engine roared to life.
"All right!" Sam exclaimed as he jogged to the passenger side and got in.
Bobby applauded the woman with a pat on the back as he passed by. "You'd be handy to have round the yard, girl!" he congratulated, smiling at the healthy purring from under the hood.
Bithiel grinned at Dean, moving to enter the Impala herself. Only to have it pull forward just out of her reach.
Sam shot his brother a nasty look. "Don't be a jack-ass, man! She's two for two in help us out!"
"Okay, and what? I'm supposed to be impressed with her ass kissing skills? So she got the Impala to run…"
"Um …and saved our bacon from Cass!" Bobby added.
"Stay outta this, Bobby! She's a freaking angel, Sammy! She don't need a ride. Let her spread her damn wings and follow us!" The older Winchester muttered as he pulled away, "Hell, she could beat us to Bobby's if she wanted to!"
A sharp reprimand of 'Dean!' could be heard from the car while it sped away.
The angel was just able to catch the apologetic look in the side mirror from Sam as the Impala became mere taillights in the night.
Crushed, Bithiel took Dean up on his only offer. Huge wings like molded fog stretched out behind her as she stepped into the air to follow the Kansas license plate.