Life is a Highway
Part 2
Summary: What if the Impala was made human? Enjoy the antics, angst and humor we have in store for you!
Human!Impala
Cooperative story with @keepcalmimthecupcake from an rp. Check out part 1 on her page
1844 words. warnings: just language and some awkwardness. **Edit made by me**
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She smiled up at him when he caught her. Always there to look after her, even when he didn’t believe it was her. She wondered if he’d detected the scent of the air freshener he’d hung on her rear view mirror after they weren’t able to do laundry for a while. It still lingered in her clothes and her hair. She laughed softly when they spoke in unison. “I don’t know who he was. He was some short, dorky looking dude chomping on a candy bar. It looked delicious.” She turned to Dean and asked curiously. “Where can we get a burger? I’m starving.”
There was definitely something off about this girl but for some reason the boys couldn't shake the feeling that there was also something familiar about her. They didn't want to believe it was actually the Impala, how would that even be possible. And who would want to do that anyway? They listened as she described the man and they both heaved a sigh. Their eyes turned to each other with deadpan expressions. Once again in unison they groaned. "Trickster."
"God damn it." Dean swore before looking the girl over with a raised brow.
"You don't think..." Sam questioned as he too began to look up and down the woman's form.
Dean's eyes squinted as he searched her face, still not buying that she was actually his precious car. They ignored her mention of food, even though Dean's stomach was agreeing with her. Looking out the door, left then right, he wrapped a hand around her wrist and yanked her inside, Sam quickly closing the door behind them. Dean's hands were on her shoulders and he gently pushed her down to sit on the edge of the bed before both Sam and Dean grabbed a chair and pulled them to sit in front of her. "What music do I listen to?"
"Really, Dean?" Sam's head turned to his brother. "Out of all the questions we could ask her, that's the one you come up with?" Dean ignored him and kept his attention of the woman leaving Sam to roll his eyes with a shake of his head.
“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole, Sammy.” she stated flatly before turning to Dean. “You like Led Zeppelin the best, but you also like Metallica, AC/DC and Black Sabbath to name a few.” She jumped slightly as she remembered something. “I have your tapes in here! This thing sure has a lot of pockets.” She began reaching into each of the pockets on her jacket and brought out several of Dean’s cassette tapes.
As soon as the words passed her lips, Sam and Dean looked at each other. Their eyes were wide for a moment before they looked at her again. The wide gaze never left Dean's face as he listened to her. He blinked a few times, still not sure what was even happening. When she pulled out the tapes though, his breath froze as he reached a shaky hand out to take them.
"Zeppelin...Metallica...Sammmmmm." Dean's face turned to the younger man as if he possessed the answers. It was clear a new form of panic was setting in.
Sam seemed just as baffled, staring at the redhead as if she had three heads or a tail. "What the..." Dean wasn't comforted by his brother's lack of knowledge either.
“Who is the Trickster? And why would me being a human and having legs mess with you? Other than making you have to buy another car.” Her face fell slightly at this thought. It had been /her/ job to house her boys, to take them safely down the highways and byways of the country. And now she would be replaced with who knew what. Her eyes looked sadly up at Dean. “I’m sorry I won’t be able to do my job anymore. I appreciate the care you’ve taken with me over the years. I don’t look too bad for being fifty.”
They both couldn't help but stare at her, trying to figure out themselves why the trickster would turn his car into a...woman. Dean swallowed thickly his lips opening and closing as he tried to find the words to say. She continued and the emotion in her eyes actually made him feel guilty. She was so genuine and there was no doubt now that this truly was his old girl.
But coming to that conclusion wasn't very settling. He stood to his feet and tried to avert his eyes. He had to look anywhere but at her. He thought he had seen some weird shit in his life but this topped the cake. He wasn't sure whether to be upset that his car was gone or be intrigued by the fact that she was now a living breathing woman. His hand dry washed down his face before he licked his lips, one hand resting on his hip. "You're really her?? You're...my Baby? God, it sounds crazy coming out of my mouth."
She nodded slowly. “Uh huh. I am.” There was a momentary silence, then she gasped softly. “I know how I can prove it! Your initials! They were carved into my back left door. Which means they should be somewhere around….” Her hands fumbled with the jacket and she lifted it a bit, then pulled down the side of her pants to reveal faint but visible scars just above her hip. “It hurt a little bit, but I suppose it’s like a tattoo.” She beamed proudly now. “I have a tattoo.”
There was no denying it now. The initials carved into her skin had said it all. Dean's face was in a permanent state of shock and Sam thought his eyes were gonna bug out of his head and his lungs would collapse from lack of oxygen. "My car is a fucking woman..." Dean stated breathlessly before his hand came to run through his hair. "Ok, we can deal with this..." He began to pace the floor, his arms coming to cross over his chest. She seemed as dazed and confused as the brothers at this turn of events.
“Would you rather I was turned into a man?” she asked her voice barely a whisper, worried that he was disappointed with her appearance. Dean quickly answered with a loud resounding 'No', his head shaking vehemently.
Another short pause, then she spoke again. “I really am sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just woke up on the park bench like this and….” Her brows furrowed as more emotions moved through her. She looked over at Dean. “I don’t know how to be human. I have bumps under here. They’re weird.” She took off her jacket and squeezed her breasts together. “You usually bump out any dents I have. You must have missed these. And there’s a thing under them. You can’t see it, though. It’s thumpy.”
As soon as she continued, both Dean and Sam's eyes grew and a rush of color reddened their cheeks. Dean had a hard time holding in the smirk whereas Sam wasn't quite sure what to feel at the moment. "Ok, ok, first off, sweetheart." He walked over to her and picked up her jacket and put it back over her shoulders. "Those are called boobs and you don't just go around flashing them at everybody. I know they may call them headlights but come on." He chuckled a little and looked over his shoulder at Sam.
When he placed her jacket over her shoulders, she looked at him curiously. “These are my headlights?” Then she thought for a moment. “I thought you liked boobs. You were talking once about how this one girl had perfect handfuls.” Thinking that this was another disappointment to him, she slid the jacket back onto her arms and zipped it up.
He couldn't help but look down at the woman's chest, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip before he shook his head again. "No, I mean, yes, I do but. Let's just put them away for now, alright?" He could feel the warmth in his cheeks. It was only a bit awkward that he was talking to the one person who had experienced a lot of Dean's sexual escapades first hand. This was no something he wanted to think about right now.
Deciding that this was not a topic that should be discussed at this time, Sam interjected before more could be said. "Second, I believe you are talking about your heart, uh...Baby? Dude, I can't call her Baby, it's weird." His hand gestured out toward her as his face wrinkled.
Dean just rolled his eyes at his brother. "Well, hopefully, she won't be like this for very long so I'm not gonna worry about naming her." His attention turned back the incarnate Impala as he came down to crouch in front of her. He let out a soft sigh before looking up at her. "I know this is really weird. Trust me, no one is weirded out more than me. But just like always, I got you, ok?"
Her eyes turned to Sam now as he explained. When the brothers looked awkward when they said her name, she beamed. “You don’t have to name me. I already have a name. I thought of it on the way over here when I was trying to cross the street. Emelia. Emelia Pala.” She giggled at her own little joke, then gazed at Dean as he moved down in front of her. “You can call me Em.” Dean gave a smirk, nodding his head. "Em." he repeated.
When she stated her name, Sam couldn't help but break out into a bright smile. "She's definitely yours, Dean." The younger stated with a light laugh.
She examined Dean for a moment, then reached her hand out to gently touch his cheek. “It feels nice to touch you with skin.” He flinched slightly at first when her hand came in contact with his face. He wasn't used to physical contact but as soon as he felt the warmth against his face he seemed to move into it with a warm smile. This was something she’d longed to do for many years. And now she had the ability to.
Simply touching his face was not enough. Her arms flung around his neck and she hugged him tight, as she’d seen him and Sam do many times. He didn't expect her arms around his neck. It all happened so fast and he barely had enough time to keep his balance. Thankfully, he didn't topple backwards at the force. He anchored himself on his knees as he caught a quick glance with Sam who was still smiling like an idiot. Dean finally sighed and gave in patting her back a few times hoping she'd let go soon. But when she lingered, his arms wrapped around her to rest there. If he thought too hard about this, it would be weird so he decided to treat this like any other damsel in distress.