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Takes place during Everybody Loves a Clown
A/N: This is probably one of my favorite pieces I've written. I saw the scene of Dean beating on the impala again and I had to write something about it. This is from Dean's POV.
"I'm not alright." Sam had said and took a stuttering breath, "But neither are you."
A single tear made its way down Dean's stubbled cheek.
Dad was dead.
He had been raised a soldier and treated like one for all his life. Now his leader, his commander, was gone and he had no one giving him orders, no one telling him where to go, what to do, what not to do.
The emptiness in the pit of his stomach twinged at the thought of his father. The man who had raised him, trained him, taught him, loved him, protected him was gone.
He had spent his entire life being the good little soldier he was supposed to and now that was all gone. It was all for nothing. What was he supposed to do now?
His gaze moved over to the impala as she sat dismembered and destroyed. That's what he would do. No matter what, he would restore that car to her former glory. It wasn't perfect, and hell, it probably wasn't even healthy, but it was what he was going to do.
For the weeks after, he spent every day under the hot sun, putting every ounce of sweat and effort possible into his baby. By the time he was done, she was gorgeous. She was everything she was before and more. Sam may believe that it was the hunt that got Dean's head back on straight, but he knew that it had nothing to do with killing an evil clown, however therapeutic that may have been.
It was the impala that saved him. While he was rebuilding her, she was rebuilding him.
A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and God bless.