The wind blew against her as she stood outside of the motel parking lot. Her lips a smile. Finally, she found it. Her arm throbbed from the bruised muscles that laid under her jacket, a result from a certain blue eye angel whom gripped her tight and pulled her from that burning building before Lucifer could get upon her.
In a flutter of wings, she stood upon the road, her eyes searching for the said angel but he was no where, she looked until a familiar body made her heart squeeze tight. Right there, outside of their motel he sat. So worn down and ragged, a bottle of beer clutched lightly in his hand. Lord, how long she wanted to see his face again and be able to hear his voice call out her name. To feel his fingers touch her like when he had stroked the roof of her in affection when his little brother mocked them.
Quickly her hand flew to her face, wiping at her cheeks before pushing her hair back. She would not look a mess when she approached him, he always admired her for her beauty, the sleek shine of her grill or the clear reflection upon her side mirrors that let him see the background perfectly. Brushing the dirt and grim from her jeans and jacket, she began to approach him, her arms shaking her hand to stop the tremble.
She was just a foot away when she stop, letting her shadow cast over him. He didn’t pay attention to her at first yet when he noticed her feet staying put, he finally let out a sigh and glanced up. Those eyes, so green it made her breath still. He looked so handsome. She gave him a warm smile, her nerves finally relaxing. After all the running, all the bullshit she went threw. All the angels she had to put up with. She finally made found him.
A brow went up when she said his name. Sure enough, he most likely was thinking she was a demon, perhaps another hunter. There were many people and creatures whom knew his name. Putting his drink down, he began to stand up, his eyes staying put. “And you are?”
"What? Don’t remember me?" She chuckled breathlessly. My god, he was tall, even more so he was pack full of muscle. She wanted to take everything in, he was everything she knew he would be. Only in this human form, she could admire it all on a differently level.
"Baby, with a body like that. I wouldn’t be asking." His right hand flexed a little, giving her the first warning sign. He was setting up. Either he was going to snatch his gun that he had hidden under his shirt or the holy water in his jacket pocket. She had to be careful, she didn’t want him pulling the wrong one.
"Its nice to hear you say that."
His eyes narrowed, confusion covering his face. Oh yeah, he knew something was up. “Answer my question. Who are you.”
"You already answered it."
His jaw tighten at her, his shoulder hunching up. “Look lady, I dont have time for this. What do you want?”
"Dean, its me."
"I dont know any ‘me’s."
"No, Dean… it’s ‘me’." She took a step towards him, her eyes pleading. "Impala!"
Dean stood there still for a moment before letting out a bark of laughter. ” Wha? ‘Impala’? Oh, that’s just great. Sam put you up to this didn’t he? That bitch, I’m going to kick his ass!” Taking a step away from her, he grumbled, “Listen lady, I’m in no mood to-“
"Your father bought me because of you." She stated quickly catching him off guard. He looked at her, lips parting slowly. "Wha"
"You banged an angel on my back seat.. which I am still pissed about!"
"Woah, how the hel-"
"Look." Grabbing her jacket, she pulled it open, baring her front to him. "You and Sam marked me, I felt every nick and cut you both did. Dean! Its me!"
He shook his head a little at her, his brain trying to understand what the hell is going on. With a huff, he approached her slowly, letting his eyes do another one over. He has seen people be posses by demons, witness angels appearing and damn, even random objects coming to life and try to kill them. Was it possible for one to turn human? Only one way to find out.
If she was his car, then he would know. Keeping his right hand behind back, gripping the butt of his pistol, he looked.
Sunlight reflected off the mirrors like earring that hung from her ears, her eyes were crystal clear, barely showing his own reflection in those sliver orbs… Wait sliver eyes? That made his frown, like the sliver lining that held his windshield in place. Down his eyes went, catching the badly made necklace that laid across her collar bone. There laid a black string of Lagos. Red,blue, yellow, all side by side but not tied off. They would rattle if she moved or ran, just like they would rattle if he turned his car on… since he placed them in her AC vents all those years ago. Further down, he looked at the scars that laid on her chest, whitish pink scars shaping out the letters D.W and S.W. He knew those marking, he knew the shape, depth and lay out. He made those marks and watched Sammy do the same. He use to touch those marks and feel the deep grove of them when He was alone, wanting to see his baby brother but he was off at college.
Yet it was one sight that made his hand drop from his weapon and fall limp to his side. One object made him look up to her in shock and utter disbelief. It was an object he told no one about, a small little element that every person who drove with him, caught a ride with or was even there would look over but he never did. No, every time he rebuilt his car, he made sure that object was there, safe and sound and it was always the same one. Never new.
The battered and broken army man in her jacket pocket, his broken gun sticking out to fire away. It was the same one, the same toy he searched for in the shambles of broken metal when his car was t-boned. The toy he dug for when his car was flipped, that took him two days to find it, half buried in grass with his car feet away.
The sound of her nickname made her choke out a laugh, her arms rising up, fingers reaching out to touch him. “Baby…” Dean was still in shock, he couldn’t believe this. Yet when she gripped his forearms, one hand rose up and gripped her hip, holy shit. His car has hips! His other hand was grabbed and he watched as she rose it to her face, letting her head lean into his palm, pressing her cheek to his wrist. “God, how I wanted you to touch me.”
"Whoa." He breathed out, laughing weakly. He had a snappy comeback to that comment but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Curling his fingers into her hair, he just let things happen. She step closer to him and he let his hands grip her tighter. Oh Yeah, he knew his baby would be beautiful.
In your face Sam!
A sound of someone clearing their throat made them both stiffen jerking to look to the side, two set of eyes looking at the man whom interrupted their staring contest.
Sam tilted his head a little, a frown on his face. “Um… Did I miss something?”