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author: wanderingwidget
rating: PG13
word count: 238
The Impala raced through the streets, radio blaring at top volume, and taking one out of every three turns on two wheels. This was freedom. Freedom from the control of an alien society, freedom from suffocating ‘ties to the community’ which felt more and more like a tailored straightjacket every day, and it was freedom for freedom’s sake. Wind rushing against the side panels, streets a blur through the windows, it was just leather and metal and glass. It was poetry.
The next morning Dean stumbled out of the motel room and stared blankly at his car for what felt like forever. It looked… different, almost alien, and he couldn’t help the shuddering feeling that it was actually watching him.
“Hey, Sammy!” He called back through the open door. “You take the car out joyriding last night?”
“Uhm… no.” Sam answered.
Dean glanced back at him, but turned back to the car after a second, something was different, he could feel it. He just couldn’t figure out what it was.
“So, what’re we hunting again?” He asked as they slid into the car and he revved the engine.
Sam’s eyes lit up as he flipped through their Dad’s notebook. “A spirit, or a ghost actually, apparently it possesses cars.”
“Possesses cars? What kind of crazy ghost possesses cars?” Dean demanded.
The Impala’s doors slammed shut all by themselves as the car shuddered and leaped off down the road.
THE END
