I have to be honest and confess that, even though I’m not really into old classic cars, I’ve thought once or twice (ok… more than that) about going out and finding a Chevy Impala 67’, black of course, for myself to purchase, like most - not to say nearly all - Supernatural fans have, or in fact do (think of, not purchase… lol). And this longing got even more intense when I actually saw one parked (though this one was white) in the parking lot a few months ago when I was arriving at work.
So today, I don’t know why… I got this craving again, and I thought “ok, I’ll google it just for kicks” and, well… to have an idea on the market price of this beauty nowadays. Surprisingly enough, I found more people (A LOOOOOOT MORE) looking for it to buy than actually selling it.
If I remember correctly, I only found one seller - that kept coming up on different adverts - who has this one Impala 67’ (there were others, but from several different years and those don’t interest me, I want the real deal), but this one is too rusty, too damaged and too expensive for its condition. It might actually cost double (if not more) as much as the price asked for the car just to repair and restore it, which is kind of sad. I certainly didn’t enjoy seeing this amazingly gorgeous hot machine on wheels in such an awful state of conservation. I’d definitely go for it full throttle if I had a couple of extra bucks lying around… But, who knows? One can only dream, right? Maybe, one day, some day, I’ll end up getting one. *fingers crossed*
Dean wasn’t sure where he was. It looked like a Motel he was stood in front of but it’s not one he’s familiar with.
He was here for a reason. He knew that much.
Something had lead him here.
“Dean…”
He turned his head in the direction he thought he head his name being called.
Nothing was there.
He ventured a little further and discovered his Impala was parked up in front of him.
No Sam.
The passenger side door of Dean’s Baby popped open and Dean’s breath left his body in a whoosh.
“Hey handsome.” Dean heard you say as you stepped in front of the car and lent against the front.
You weren’t wearing any clothing.
Nothing.
Dean thought he felt some drool rolling down the corner of his lips and his heart and blood picked up pace.
Damn, you’re beautiful.
You both are.
A loud noise startled Dean awake, he hadn’t realised he had fallen asleep behind the wheel of the Impala, a quick look around and he saw you approaching the car from the take-out place you had been to order some food for the three of you.
Dean was looking forward to going to sleep when they got the Motel, he really wanted to finish what had started.
