spn_springfling | Awesome in autumn red by yanyann for <user site="livejournal.co

Title: Awesome in autumn red
Pairing: Dean, Sam, Charlie, Impala (gen)
Rating: R? (I don’t know, whatever covered a curse word)
Any warnings: nope

She heard the rumble of the Impala’s engine first and it made Charlie even more anxious. The boys were back from their grand battle with the demons and angels, and if only one set of footsteps were to be heard she wouldn’t know what to do.

She’s read the books, she knows how the two fall apart without the other.

Then she heard yelling, first Sam, then Dean, as the two tendered up the steps from the garage and burst into the main room of the bunker.

She breathed out in relief.

“You died! Again! What the hell else was I supposed to do?!” Sam yelled, grabbing Dean on his shoulder mid stride to turn him around.

“Oh, I don't know Sam, maybe the same thing you usually do. Run, run, run and hide your head in the sand.” Dean pushed him a step back, but Sam just took two steps forward.

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“You already did! More than once!”

Sam just kept looking at him, face set between anger and hurt, and Dean had to roll his eyes, 37 years and counting and he still couldn't deny that face.

“Fine! Why, Sam?!” Dean said, trowing his hands up in the air.

“Because you’re my brother.” Sam said, quietly almost gently.

Dean froze and just looked at Sam for almost a full minute. Mouth opening and closing a few times before he managed to force out: “Funny how you only agree to be brothers when it’s convenient for you.”

“Convenient? Convenient?!”

Well they were back and alive, though the conversation had her wander weather or not the two actually had at least one working brain between them.

Charlie quickly decided to go somewhere else until the two cooled down, and what better way to pass the time than to go see the only other thing with common sense, besides her, in the bunker.

She glided around the brothers, as they yelled, pushed and pulled at each other, to make her way to the garage. A little bit giddy to have Dean’s attention somewhere else long enough for her to have a little bit of fun with the Impala.

The lights turned on as she went down the steps, illuminating the Impala as she stood there in the middle of the garage, surrounded by other beautiful, classic cars. But she was the only one in use, to see daylight, and it made Charlie wonder if the other cars might be envious of her. Charlie giggled at herself at the thought.

For all the Impalas beauty, she was quite dirty at the moment. Covered in mud and road dust.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Cooed Charlie at the car. Trailing one finger over the hood, leaving a trail in the dust. “Don’t worry, We’ll fix you right up.” She went to the closet and took out a cleaning rag and a bucket of water, and went to cleaning.

The brothers yelling could still be heard from above, though it sounded less and less angry and less and less desperate by the minute. Just like the dirt came off the Impala easier and easier by the minute.

By the time she was done the yelling had gone quiet, and that made her smile. She looked back down from the ceiling to the sparkling clean Impala, put her hands on her hips and nodded to herself in satisfaction. She then opened the car door and let herself fall forward onto the back seat, taking a minute to breath in the leather before stretching like a cat.

She spent almost a half hour playing around. Laying in the back seat, the front seat, laying down with her feat out the window. Sitting out the window with her forearms crossed on the roof, opening the glovebox then hurrying to pick everything up as it’s contents spilled right on the floor and snorting as one of the items turned out to be a spork, sitting in the drivers seat playing like she was driving and waving at imaginary passers by.

Charlie got out, looking at the car. “Hmm.” She then leaned down, letting her red hair pool and glide over the hood. “Dean might not agree but I think you would look awesome in autumn red.”

She went up the steps, the light turning off automatically behind her. Charlie hadn’t heard the brothers yelling or stomping for almost a hour now, she hoped that whatever problems they came back with were now resolved. The questions would have to wait though since she found them on the couch, shoulder to shoulder and limbs entwined, in their usual display of lack of personal space, fast asleep.