this is chapter one (of two) of the third entry of the Impala Invasion chronicles.
I really suck at catch ups but here's a quick one:
Dean got very drunk and, alone in a parking lot, heard the Impala speak to him.
A week later, he became obsessed to learn more and read countless numbers of magazines with no success. Sam, however, found out about what Dean was doing and assuming he was paranoid found this highly amusing.
But Sammy then heard the car talk to him and the pair ended up bitching about Deany (who'd ran off somewhere). Dean returned, absoloutely horrified by this alliance though Sam hadn't admitted to anything, and started questioning his little bro. Things seemed to be getting better- until the Impala moved forward and accidentally ran Deany over (
DILEMMAS OF A DRIVER
“Mr D.Hasselhoff, admitted early this morning, suspected hit and run incident”
Dean heard the (not as hot as he’d hoped) Nurses discussing their latest patient as they wheeled him into a ward, feeling sick as he was met with the smell of “hospital”Suspected hit and run incident
. He shunned the claim, the ridiculous, naïve, completely false claim.
This was no hit and run incident. It was his talking car quite literally kicking him in the ass. All the while a Two faced monster watched on in amusement. Oh yes, Sam was really going to get a slap for this.
Where was he anyway? Dean groaned as he realised Sam had not come to visit him. He hadn’t even accompanied him to the hospital in his weak state. Dean groaned again, Sam was probably out there driving his car around as the pair of them bitched about him behind his scarred back as he sat in an uncomfortable bed surrounded by people with syringes and medicine.
Extremely p***** off at being abandoned- nobody had even brought him grapes- Dean pushed himself up into a sitting position as much as it hurt his stomach to do so. Now he could see properly where he was, and the grinning red head in the opposite bed, clutching onto her stuffed bear as if it was her only friend.
“What’s your name?”
“Hi Dean, I’m Jean, and this is Mr Huggles“, she waved the Teddy‘s arms, “he had a best friend called Dean…. I forgot I wasn’t supposed to put him in the washing machine….. ” “What are you in for?” She asked him in a slightly disturbing manner.
“Uh…. I…….my car….. Hit and run” Dean had no other option but to tell her what was the most believable of the claims, “you?”
“A ladder fell on top of me” Jean covered the toys ears, “Mr Huggles did it. He pushed them and then he spoke” Jean nodded seriously.
Dean didn’t know what to make of this- had they known about his recent encounter with the car, noted him as crazy and put him in the same room as a woman (whose name happened to rhyme with his) who believed a cute little teddy bear had tried to kill her? Or maybe he was crazy?
No, he couldn’t be because Sam had heard it too. And if they both heard it that meant it was true and real.
Sam felt really bad leaving Dean on his own in the hospital, but he’d much rather stay out of his road - so to speak.
He’d made up his mind that as soon as he’d called an ambulance he would scarper and let Dean take his anger out on someone else. Some might call Sam a wussy for doing this, others would call him a lousy brother but he genuinely believed he was a good brother. If he had stayed with Dean, Dean would have throttled him and that would be bad news for Sam, and if something bad happened to Sam, Dean would be deeply upset by this tragedy and would probably go make a deal to bring Sam back.
After hearing this, most people would say Sam was just paranoid.
But whatever your view, Sam was hiding. He was particularly proud of where he’s chosen to hide out- the motel room. Dean would never suspect it.
Already bored after a few hours, Sam marched outside to speak with his brother’s attacker- The Impala.
Now, considering it was broad daylight and he was in clear view of everyone around him, Sammy had made a very stupid decision- quite near to replicating Dean’s mistake of drunkenly hugging and kissing the car outside a bar.
“Come on talk to me, I know you can”
“Please, I know you wanna bitch about Dean”
“TALK TO ME!”
After 10 minutes of not taking his eyes off the car, the youngest brother was beginning to feel like a complete dumbass.
Everybody in the motel watched him with beady eyes through their poorly cleaned windows, each of them about to dial a number Sam was certain would direct them to the nearest Doctor.
Sighing and doing the only thing he could think of, he grabbed his things from the room, locked the door behind him and hopped into the Impala.
“You’re talking” determination was the main tone of his voice.
About a mile out and after 20 odd plays of “Barbie Girl” (yes, Sam is making the most of taking over from Dean‘s position of designated driver, isn‘t he?), the bitchy vehicle finally gave in.
“TURN THAT OFF MOP HEAD!”
Sam could have jumped out of the seat in shock if he hadn’t fastened his seatbelt as tight as he could - safety first.
“I’m a Barbie Sam,
in a Barbie world
I straighten my hair
Robot dancing’ everywhere” Impala sang in a mocking and out of tune voice
“I told you to stop bringing that up!” Sam hissed
“Should have closed the curtains then, Geekboy.”
“Why are you telling me to shut up when you asked me about a billion times to talk to you?”
“Because you keep insulting my dancing” Sammy whined at the top of his voice.
“You mean it’s worth complimenting?” the car giggled
“Damn straight! It’s a hard dance to master” Sam informed him snobbishly
The voice stayed quiet, but Sam could tell if it was a person, he’d be grinning.
“Why’d you have to hit Dean?”
“Cause he’s an ass”
“I think he’s an ass too, you don’t see me going around slapping him and running him over”
“That’s because you’re a wussy”
Sam pulled the car to a halt next to kid’s play park.
“I….am…not….a…….wussy” he exclaimed through gritted teeth
“what about cissy?”
“what the heck does that mean? Is that British?” the younger man quizzed, whilst also trying to avoid looking like he hadn’t learnt a thing at Stanford (and you know, the general threat of being seen by a young kid and their parents)
“Yes,” the Impala sighed, “it’s British”
“Wait, wait, wait….. You’re definitely British?”
“No, I’m American but decided it would be more fun to speak in a different accent” it spat sarcastically, “seriously they should call you Slow Sam and your big brother Dumbass Dean.”
“I don’t get it,” Sam sat with his eyes darting all over the joint as if he was looking for clues.
He was then met with a very evil laugh which almost caused him to jump out the seat yet again- Sammy had made the right decision with that seat belt.
“You idiot! Out of gas here!” it screeched at the startled boy .
“damn it” Sam muttered to himself, the tank was almost empty. Thankfully a sign on the road informed them that there was a gas station within a few miles.
“Where are we going ?” the car begged like a spoilt child on a family holiday
“you mean that guy with the hats?”
“urgh. I hate those caps, they’re so dirty and boring”
“You got something to say Mop Head?”
Dean awoke with a jolt. He had just had the craziest dream that Sam had taken the Impala to a top secret location, and they had Dean tied to the top, a new scar appearing every time they bitched about him.
Sam wouldn’t do that. Sam thinks the world of me.
Still, he couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that the pair of them were plotting to run away and leave him all alone in a small town where, so far, he had not located a single “potential date”
He quickly adjusted his eyes to the darkness and was able to make out the figure of a woman and a teddy bear.
“What is it?” he asked, obviously not bothered
“I’m awake” the eerie voice whispered
“Yeah, I can see that” Dean replied dismissively
“see what?” Jean asked him innocently
“ what? I just woke up, I never said anything”
“yes you did, you said you were awake”
“No I never” she looked at him like he was crazy
“You were probably still dreaming” she told him kindly, waving the teddy’s arms again.
Dean’s eyes opened wide. either the fabric softener teddy bear had the same ability as his car or his roommate had forgotten to take it’s batteries out.
Dean looked over to see that she was already asleep. I hate hospitals, I hate hospitals, I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine
he told himself as he slid back under the covers in hope of having a happier dream.
*is hoping that didn't suck as much as i think*