I was relaxing as usual in my little hide-away in a corner of the Impala.
She and I had become travelling companions, if not quite best friends forever, at least kissin' cousins!
I had been stashed away in her body-work for a good couple of years now.
You all remember how Dean trashed me in a motel waste-basket, quickly followed by Sam pulling me out two seconds after Dean had exited the room?
Well, before he took that terrible headlong dive into the Devil's Cage, Sam had found me a little nook in the lmpala, figuring that sooner or later,
knowing Dean's love of tinkering with his Baby, he would have found me;
but Sam's plans went awry as Dean consigned the car to Lisa's garage for a year; then when Sam got out of Hell, it was just one problem
after another, what with Soulless Sammy and that power-mad wannabee-god of an angel!
Pwah! I sometimes wonder what the Big Guy upstairs is doing.
He's either taking a very long vacation from Heaven or else his weirdo plan is to let everything play out as it is.
Well my Boss is God after all, and so who am I to guess what goes through his mind!
I haven't heard any gossip from Heaven in all this time, I just listen in now when the boys talk in the car.
Anyway, as I was saying, Dean hasn't found me yet and Sam has kept quiet; for as Dean has never mentioned me, not even in passing,
he hasn't volunteered any information about my whereabouts
This morning, however I heard the boys coming towards me as they do every day, when something must have set Dean off,
for he started to curse, threatening to cut the head of the douche-bag who had done this to his Baby.
"Sam!" he yelled, deafening his poor brother who was standing right next to him, "Look here, someone put a dent in my Baby during the night."
Sam's calm voice replied amused. "Don't exaggerate, Dean. It's so tiny you can hardly see it!"
"Don't exaggerate, Dude!
You are joking! Are your eyes working? it's as big as an egg!
I can't let my Baby be seen like that! I'm gonna fix that right now."
I heard him make his way to the boot where he kept some tools.
"Dean, listen man. Let's take her somewhere quieter." Sam suggested. "You don't want to do this here at the motel.
People are still sleeping, and in any case they might not want to hear you cursing up and down as you fix it."
Dean considered his brother's words for a moment, and then nodded.
"Yeah, maybe you're right Sammy. We'll take her to a nice isolated spot where I can fix her up good."
Dean drew the black car into a secluded area outside the town limits, and as Sam had prophesised promptly started to emit a string of colourful curses
as he examined the body-work.
"Okay, Sam. I'll admit it's not quite as bad as I thought," he concluded eventually, as he had to acknowledge that the damage wasn't too serious.
"All I have to do is give it a few taps from inside the door to even it out. Don't worry Baby;" he whispered to the Impala. "It won't hurt"
He opened the door and prepared to remove the leather–covered panel, when Sam spoke up, a touch of panic in his voice.
"Dean, do you really have to take that off?"
"Well, Sam, if you know a way of getting to the metal without taking it off, I'll be happy to hear you out," replied his brother.
"Right..., right...! Well maybe I could do it for you, Dean," Sam offered hastily.
At those words, Dean looked up suspiciously.
"Dude, since when have you ever fixed up my car. You don't know the first thing about it. You've never offered before!"
Sam was getting desperate as Dean continued to pry open the panel.
"I want to learn, Dean. How about if I do the work while you supervise."
"No way, Dude! What is wrong with you? I'm not gonna let you put your gigantor hand inside my baby…"
He stopped suddenly as I felt his hand curl around me.
"What the Hell's this thing pushed in here," he swore as I felt myself being pulled out into the light and dangled from Dean's fingers.
Dean's eyes lingered on me as if he had seen one of those ghosts that he was so fond of toasting.
I could see Sam behind him, his face going pale, not sure what Dean's reaction would be; after all, it's not as if his brother hadn't taken a shot at him
now and then!
I witnessed the annoyance in Dean's eyes morph into emotion, as he realised exactly what he was clasping in his hand
He turned towards his brother holding me out before him, still dangling from his fingers.
"Sammy." was all he said as he took me up and settled me round his neck, where I had been carried for many years.
It felt good to be touching something vibrant and alive again, as Dean surely was!
"Sorry to desert you Impala, old girl, but we'll still be journeying together so don't worry," I comforted the car.
By this time Dean had moved towards his sibling.
"Sammy," He repeated for the third time as his calloused hand caressed me, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know if you wanted it back, Dean," Sam said softly. "You never mentioned it and I… I…; well; it just got more difficult as time passed."
"Why inside the Impala," Dean asked wonderingly.
"When I fished it out of the trash–can, I kept it hidden in my duffle, and when I knew that I was going to take that nose-dive into the Cage,
I didn't know where to leave it, so I hid it inside the car, hoping that one day you might find it and forgive me."
Dean's already watery eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, God, Sammy; c'mere." and he gripped his little brother in a steel-armed hug, nearly squashing me to death between their muscle-hard chests!
Sam melted into his brother's embrace, his teary eyes matching Dean's as they held on to each other, any misunderstandings or stupid quarrels
completely forgiven, leaving only their shining love for one another.
Boy am I glad to be back!
From my perch on Dean's chest life is so much more interesting. You would NOT believe what I see. Dean never takes me off any more, day OR night!
Sam is more relaxed than I've seen him in a long time; it seems my reappearance has done him the world of good too.
Life is wonderful folks. See you soon!
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