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Mary is dragging me to a play tonight #boredd #killme
And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.
And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.
NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO
“Come on Sandy! Before mom catches us!”
Little pattering feet across dry grass, two little children rushed their way into the open area. A blond hair, freckled face boy of nine poked his head out from behind a tree, staring at the rusted car before them. “You think it’s really the one from the books?”
His youngest sister stood behind him panting, her curly blond hair placed up in pig tails. For the age of seven, she squeezed his shirt with uncertainty. “Tommy, we really shouldn’t be here. Mom told us to not play with that, its to dangerous.”
“Its just a car!” The older child snorted before grinning, taking a few deep breaths he began to approach it, his blue eyes wide. The car had been there ever since he was born, his mother would tuck him into bed and whisper stories about that car. About two boys who drove her around and killed monsters like the ones under his bed. When he was old enough to read, his mother gave him books, a collection of old, worn down pages due to reading and age from a series called, ‘Supernatural’ and he would sit and read them. Chapter by chapter, about the two brothers named Dean and Sam Winchester.
“Isn’t she pretty?” He asked when he finally got close enough, his little hands hovering over the rusted grill. “Its just a car.” his sister whined, her body pressed into his back still. Tommy scoffed, “Its not just a ‘car’; THIS is the Impala!” Rushing from her side, he climbed into the drivers side where the door had been long ago been ripped off. “She’s, like, the greatest thing ever! Come on, I wanna be Dean, you can be sam!”
“But I’m a girl!” She cried, stumping her foot on the dirt ground. Tom just laughed, ” Well Sam had long hair like yours so its just the same. Come on! We can drive all over the world, fight monsters and ghosts and stay up past our bed times! Now get in!”
Sandy frowned at the death trap for a moment longer before she began to inch her way to the passenger side. “… Do you think its true what mom says?” Tom bounced happily in the drivers seat, his hands tugging the steering wheel one way to another. “About what?”
“About the guy who keeps sitting on the hood.. that he’s really an angel from the books?”
Tommy pressed his lips in thought before looking over to his sister, watching her climb up into the seat carefully. “I dont see why not. Hey,” an idea struck him. “You think the next time he comes by we can ask him to be our angel and fight crime with us just like the brothers?”
“I dont think mom would like that.”
“Mom doesn’t ‘have’ to know.” He sighed, “it’ll be our little secret. What do you say?”
His little sister looked at him carefully before looking out the cracked windshield. “… Do I have to be Sam?”
Tommy grinned, “Yup. Mom liked Sam remember? She use to talk about him all the time about how big he was and strong and how they had a ‘thing’ or whatever.”
Sandy gave a little nod before perking up, looking to her older brother happily. “Okay, so where are we going now Dean?”
“Where she takes us Sammy.” Tom replied, patting the dust covered dash board. “Now buckle up bitch!”
“Tommy! Don’t call me that you jerk!”