24: [Video] Traveling Riverside Blues

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[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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[Dean chuckles. This is actually highly amusing. He tastes like danger.]

S'not vodka, it's whiskey. But close enough. [A broad grin.] Apple pie's right, though. All-American.

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[ Griiiin. ]

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...you're kidding, right? This baby tops out at a hundred and thirty miles-per-hour.

[Dean slides into the driver's seat, shutting the door behind him and revving up the Impala. She grumbles irritably for a moment before the growling mellows out into a purr.

Leaning to one side and looking out the window, he raises an eyebrow.]

You wanna feel some classy Midwestern highway? You can tell me what the air tastes like.

[GRIN. He's taking the Metallicar for a spin one way or another.]

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[ Give her a second. If you could see her eyes, they'd be closed in concentration. After about ten seconds, her hair slowly turns a lovely shade of bright fucking red. At eleven seconds, her wings vanish. At thirteen, her outfit's shades of appleberry (blue and red) with some lime (green).

Now she's ready. Except for... Figuring out how the door opens. That takes an additional ten seconds or so. But once it's open, she's hopping into the passenger seat. ]

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[He doesn't really ask questions about the color changing thing. It probably has something to do with Terezi's sense of taste-smell-whatever.

She doesn't need to tell him twice about starting, though. Dean shifts gears and puts the pedal to the metal. Seat belts? What are those? He's just going to happily cruise up to seventy for the time being, enjoying the wind rolling in through the open windows on his imaginary highway.]

You ever been in a car before?

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[ Her head is out the fucking window. At seventy, the wind is pretty fast, but Terezi's level of fucks given are nearing the negatives. Everything smells too good and imaginationy.

Needless to say, it takes her a while to answer. ]

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[At least somebody's having a good time. Dean laughs, imagines up his favorite radio station in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and turns up the Boston (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTFD5DZwK7g). He yells over the music:]

So how's that flavor thing goin'?

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[ Man, she isn't even answering at this point. After a while, she plops back down in her seat, tongue hanging out like a dog's, teal drool everywhere. Terezi's hair and clothing fades back to normal (black, black, and more black), but she doesn't really seem to notice or care.

life is fucking delicious. ]

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[Damn right it's fucking delicious.

Dean changes the channel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3HemKGDavw) but leaves the volume high.

This is the best day he's had in months.]

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[ AND THEY DRIVE INTO THE SUNSET, LEAVING A TRAIL OF AWESOME, RAINBOWS, AND SICK FIRES IN THEIR WAKE.

AT SOME POINT, TEREZI WILL REQUIRE BROFISTS. ]