24: [Video] Traveling Riverside Blues

[dashboardlite]

[At first, Dean had thought that the dream he had a couple nights before was just weird.  Clockwork dolls, inky-black demon eyes - it was bad mojo.  Things are changing around him, and for the most part it doesn't bother him too much.  He expects it, now, because this mansion is screwed to Hell and back and there's very little that surprises Dean anymore.

Except for when he takes a walk outside, and his tranquility is promptly ruptured by the sight of his car.  Sure, he's been dwelling on the lack of transportation recently, but still.

His car.

An excited video message from a Dean Winchester that hasn't genuinely smiled in months is being broadcasted, and he'd love to share his obsession one true love beautiful lady with all of you.]

Dude.  Dude.  My- guys, I can't even...seriously, it's just- it's my baby.  She's here, and she's beautiful, and she's so goddamn perfect.  You all gotta come down and see her.

[He suddenly wonders if he can project miles of endless highway if he thinks about it hard enough.  It's worth a shot.

Dean is so ecstatic that he doesn't even know who he's advertising this information to.]

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[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He's so excited he can hardly text.]

oh man my car is so gorgeous

you have no idea

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[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

the car is my baby

figure of speech

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[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

videoooo ~FOR NOW~

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

I think there's a name for this kind of fetish.

Videooooohohoho

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[You cannot possibly bring him down. He has his car.]

Hilarious. See if I introduce you two, then.

videooo

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Okay, you do know that a car is not a person, right?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

You're no fun. I just gonna turn off the transmitter and take 'er for a spin if you keep this up.

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[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

You are oddly enthusiastic about that car. Is almost troubling.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

She's the love of my life, man. I haven't seen her in months - I think I'm allowed to be a little excited.

[Don't hate, bro.]

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[sunflowersunday.livejournal.com]

It is a car!

[ Don't worry Dean he's just car incompetent. ]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...not just any car. She's a 1967 six-cylinder Chevy Impala.

[Awww, Dean, awww. So proud.]

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

Droog's going to skip the response and head straight outside to see what's up.
Don't look now, Dean, he's behind you, eying your car. Not touching, just. Looking.
It's very sleek and black and shiny. He approves.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean would flip out about the sudden, ninja-like appearance if he wasn't so damn preoccupied with admiring his car. He knows it's Droog, because Droog is around Sam's height and slouches in a devil-may-care sort of way.]

Yep.

[He turns, grinning like an idiot. He is the proudest daddy ever.]

This is my baby.

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

Cue saxophone riff. Out of nowhere.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[If his grin could get any wider, it would. At least someone here has good taste.

You have no idea how happy you've made him by saying that, Droog.]

Thanks, man. She's, uh...been in the family for a while, but she's been mine since I was eighteen.

[demon-bitch.livejournal.com]

A million limited possibilities and of course you dream up the Impala. [But Sam is smiling because he knows how much that car means to his brother. It'd practically been there only home all their lives after all.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[That car? That car? If Dean knew how little regard his brother had for that car, he would be ashamed. That car gets them everywhere.

That car is the classiest automobile in the whole freakin' world.]

It coulda been a strip club, Sammy.

[demon-bitch.livejournal.com]

Thank God for small miracles then.

But I do have to ask....how did your car get here?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

No idea. Walked outside and there she was, just waitin' for me.

[Seriously, that's how it happened.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip is one of the lucky recipients of the advertisement. Instead of replying to the feed he slowly makes his way outside, limping (don't even ask) over to the spot where Dean's imaginary dream car is parked. ]

So that's her.

[ Hands in his pockets he takes an appreciative look at Dean's one true love. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Really, Philip? Dean is both observant and nosey, so if you think you're going to be able to get through this without hearing an inquiry, you obviously don't know Dean very well.]

This is her, all right.

[Actually, Phil, he's really glad you came out to see her, because, y'know. Bros gotta show other bros their toys. Or in this case, their vehicular lovers.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

You weren't exaggerating.

[ Exaggerating about the amount of time you spent with that car is what he means, although he can certainly see why "she" would appeal to Dean.

And Philip does admire the level of detail gone into imagining the car.

He's caught on to the nature of the event by now and seen a few interestingly fuzzy dreams come true... including his own attempt at recreating a small restaurant from back home, the almost faceless guests of which eventually made him decide to abandon the idea. ]

Do you think you can drive [ An ever so slight hint of hesitation. Fun fact: He's been practicing pronouns on his way down. Cars, no matter how perfect, are its to him, but he doesn't expect that to fly in this case. ] her here?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[There is certainly a lot of detail - every last facet, actually, because it's all important. Down to the tiny green army man crammed in the left passenger door pocket, the Legos rattling along with the A/C, and Dean and Sam's initials carved into the wood paneling in the back.

There's a whole lotta love in this car.]

Can you drive her here, he asks.

[Dean snorts, smoothing a hand over the hood of the Impala. The smile on his face grows wider. As he looks back up at Philip, the front of the mansion turns into an old gas station. Carefully manicured grass is now scraggly and long, growing in excess on gently sloping hills, and the pathway that once led around to the gardens, vendors, and beach is a long stretch of American Interstate.

There's a road sign, a power line, and a drainage ditch. The air smells clean and earthy, slightly-damp with the remains of morning dew.

Nobody ever said that Dean Winchester didn't have a vivid imagination.]

Oh, I can drive her here, all right.