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A triple dose of Impala love ...

Just to celebrate Season 6 finally airing in the UK ... a trio of drabbles about the Impala being awesome :)

Disclaimer: I don't won them, but would lavish devoted care on them if I did.

A MOTHER'S LOVE - someone's looking after those boys; they just don't know it.
Rating: K
Genre: Family/Friendship
Word Count: approx 100

 

Dean sighed, shifting slightly; soft breaths misting the passenger window as he enjoyed a much-needed nap. He relaxed unconsciously listening to the Impala's engine purring it's soothing lullaby.

When Dean took over driving Sam would get some good shut-eye, she'd see to that.

Working it out perfectly, she would run low on fuel just as they reached a gas station with a decent diner; those boys were looking too lean; they needed a good square meal.

xxxxx

When the yellow-eyed Demon deprived the Winchesters of the most important woman in their life, no-one told him there was another ready and willing to step up to the plate.

xxxxx

end

 


EAU DE IMPALA - there are some comforts even the best hotels can't provide
Rating: K
Genre: Family/Friendship
Word count: approx 100
 

 

Dean rested his head against the back of his baby's seat and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply of her potent, comforting scent;

The rich essence of old, well maintained leather;

The lingering trace of a recently drained flask of coffee;

A subtle hint of gun oil and lighter fluid;

The faint musk of his sleeping brother's warm body mingled with the sweetly citrus tang of cheap aftershave;

With a smile, Dean wrapped the familiar, intoxicating perfume around him like a blanket.

Yes, a night spent in the Impala wasn't perfect, but it sure as heck came close …

xxxxx

End

 

IMPALA RN - she is so much more than a car ...
Rating: K
Genre: Hurt/comfort/Family
Word Count: approx 100
 

 

"I'm sorry sir, your insurance doesn't register on our system;" The hospital receptionist handed the card to Sam with an embarrassed smile.

He returned the smile with an understanding shrug, gently guiding Dean, his concussion and his cracked ribs out towards the waiting Impala.

Cradling his fragile chest, Dean slipped gingerly into his baby's passenger seat, and slowly relaxed into the comforting embrace of her familiar upholstery as Sam started her engine. Within minutes, her soothing purr had lulled the casualty into a restful, healing doze.

Who needed a nurse or a hospital bed when you had the complete package with you every day?

xxxxx

end


 


Tags: brothers, dean winchester, groggy!dean, hurt comfort, impala, sam winchester, sleeping!dean, sleeping!sam, supernatural
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