jfkdsflsd <333 WOMAN. OMG. omg. TOTALLY COME HELP, YESSSS. where do i go from here omg. 'cos being in the Impala, Dean almost forgets why he's in the Impala, and he's rummaging around for his old tapes blabbing to Cas about Guns 'n Roses when Cas blanches and says, "The vampires."
The what?
Oh, right.
Yup, there they are, breaking through the tree-line, blood-crazed and feral, but no way can they break inside the car, because no way will Dean let them even touch his girl: he floors the gas. Come on, baby, I know it's been a while, he thinks, but the Impala revs like dream, roars like a lioness around them, and the vampires shrink in the rear-view mirror.
"Baby, you never let me down," Dean grins. All the times Sam gave him shit for continuing to tinker with the Impala in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. Eat crow, little brother. It kept him sane, and now it will keep him alive. It will keep him and Cas alive.
Dean takes care of his baby, and his baby takes care of him. That's just how it goes.
"They'll follow us," Cas says. "They'll follow me."
"We'll find a skunk and get it to spray you, see those vamps try and find you then." It's a joke, but Cas doesn't laugh. Dean forgives him; Cas sucks at laughing at jokes anyway.
"A skunk won't do much good," Cas replies.
"A-ha!"
"What?"
Dean reaches between the seat and pulls something out with a triumphant flourish. "Appetite for Destruction!"
Cas frowns.
Dean pops it in, and by some miracle, Axl Rose is singing loud and clear about a paradise city like mullets are back in style.
"I fucking love this song," Dean says, and Cas rides the rest of the way to the highway with a gun on his lap.
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The what?
Oh, right.
Yup, there they are, breaking through the tree-line, blood-crazed and feral, but no way can they break inside the car, because no way will Dean let them even touch his girl: he floors the gas. Come on, baby, I know it's been a while, he thinks, but the Impala revs like dream, roars like a lioness around them, and the vampires shrink in the rear-view mirror.
"Baby, you never let me down," Dean grins. All the times Sam gave him shit for continuing to tinker with the Impala in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. Eat crow, little brother. It kept him sane, and now it will keep him alive. It will keep him and Cas alive.
Dean takes care of his baby, and his baby takes care of him. That's just how it goes.
"They'll follow us," Cas says. "They'll follow me."
"We'll find a skunk and get it to spray you, see those vamps try and find you then." It's a joke, but Cas doesn't laugh. Dean forgives him; Cas sucks at laughing at jokes anyway.
"A skunk won't do much good," Cas replies.
"A-ha!"
"What?"
Dean reaches between the seat and pulls something out with a triumphant flourish. "Appetite for Destruction!"
Cas frowns.
Dean pops it in, and by some miracle, Axl Rose is singing loud and clear about a paradise city like mullets are back in style.
"I fucking love this song," Dean says, and Cas rides the rest of the way to the highway with a gun on his lap.
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