Roadside Maintenance

By PaBurke

Summary: Fluff, Dean can see things that no one else can.

Spoilers: Season 6 Episode 9



Sam turned the page in the book he was reading and sighed. "Yes, Dean?" They were pulled off to the side of the road because the car was not driving 'right.' The innards of the Impala were Dean's domain and not one that Sam even wanted to trespass.

"There's a gremlin in the engine!"


"No seriously. How do you get rid of a gremlin?"

Sam finally looked up. "Are you talking about a six-legged, two headed creature, less than a centimeter long that inhabits machinery?"

"Yes! That! How do you get rid of it?"

"How can you even see it through the engine block?"

Dean might have paused for a beat too long. He was going to lie. It didn't bother Sam much. Dean had been lying a lot about the supernatural critters that he could spot ever since the run in with the fae. He had seen numerous species, like they were attracted to him. "It came out and tried to bite me."

"Did it draw blood?" Intellectually, Sam would consider it fascinating if Dean was infected.

"No. How do I get rid of it?"

"I don't know. I thought they were myth."

"Sam." Dean was losing his temper and that was not productive to Sam. The sooner Dean fixed the car, the sooner Sam would be doing something interesting.

"I could call up Bobby."

"Not yet," Dean pulled his body out from under the hood of the Impala and popped the trunk. After rummaging around for a while, he finally muttered an "aha."

Sam spied the object in his hands. "Is that my ipod jack?"

"It's not as if you're using it."

"I'm surprised that you didn't toss it earlier." Sam climbed out of the passenger's seat, unfolded his body and stretched. He wanted to see the gremlin.

"I thought it might come in handy." He leaned into the Impala again and waved the ipod jack at a certain corner of the engine. "Come out, come out wherever you are," he enticed. "You know you want to. Why infect a classic like my baby when you could have a brand new, rarely used piece of electronics like this?"

Sam saw a movement. Red, maybe? A moment later, Dean threw the ipod jack as far as he could into the woods beside the road. Sam watched the graceful arch regretfully. He had wanted to study it.

Dean double-checked everything in the Impala and then reached through the open driver's window to turn the ignition. He sighed in relief. "Now we can go. I don't want that thing to figure out that it got the raw end of the deal."