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Title: Baby Appeal
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Alobear
Rating: G
Challenge: #13: Red Hot Chili Peppers Song Titles ('Baby Appeal')
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: There's one place Dean always feels sheltered.
Dean was having a bad day.
First, he’d had to trudge up a muddy track for almost a mile to reach the site of their latest potential case. Then, a step in the staircase down to the basement of the shack had given way and he scraped his leg raw trying to pry himself out of the hole. He’d managed to trap the resident ghost in a circle of salt, but a stray gust of wind through the ripped canvas over the window had broken the circle, giving the ghost a chance to throttle Dean before he’d been able to throw it off. He’d almost thrown his back out, sledgehammering the wall to get to the desiccated corpse behind it. Then his lighter had been out of fuel so he’d had to scour the entire house to find some matches. Once the ghost was taken care of, he climbed the stairs to the ground floor, only to discover that the owner of the house had come home in the meantime. The little old lady had been less than pleased to see him and had seen him off with several hard whacks from a broom handle. It had started pouring with rain as Dean had made his way back down the track, and he’d nearly lost one of his boots in the increasing mud along the way.
So, now he was exhausted, soaked, battered and sore, with very little to show for his afternoon and no gratitude at all for his efforts.
Then, Baby came into view, parked up on the verge at the junction of the track and the main road. Her sleek, black sides shone in the rain and her headlights almost seemed to wink at him as he approached. Wincing at the muck he was bringing into the car with him, Dean opened the door and practically fell into the driver’s seat. The leather of the seat accepted him willingly and he instantly felt better. He pulled the door closed, shutting out the awful weather and was enveloped by the familiar smell of the car. He turned the key and the engine roared to life immediately, its deep-throated voice soothing Dean’s frazzled nerves. He caressed the steering wheel. No matter where he was and what was going on, Baby would always feel like home.
“That’s my girl,” he said and drove off.
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Alobear
Rating: G
Challenge: #13: Red Hot Chili Peppers Song Titles ('Baby Appeal')
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: There's one place Dean always feels sheltered.
Dean was having a bad day.
First, he’d had to trudge up a muddy track for almost a mile to reach the site of their latest potential case. Then, a step in the staircase down to the basement of the shack had given way and he scraped his leg raw trying to pry himself out of the hole. He’d managed to trap the resident ghost in a circle of salt, but a stray gust of wind through the ripped canvas over the window had broken the circle, giving the ghost a chance to throttle Dean before he’d been able to throw it off. He’d almost thrown his back out, sledgehammering the wall to get to the desiccated corpse behind it. Then his lighter had been out of fuel so he’d had to scour the entire house to find some matches. Once the ghost was taken care of, he climbed the stairs to the ground floor, only to discover that the owner of the house had come home in the meantime. The little old lady had been less than pleased to see him and had seen him off with several hard whacks from a broom handle. It had started pouring with rain as Dean had made his way back down the track, and he’d nearly lost one of his boots in the increasing mud along the way.
So, now he was exhausted, soaked, battered and sore, with very little to show for his afternoon and no gratitude at all for his efforts.
Then, Baby came into view, parked up on the verge at the junction of the track and the main road. Her sleek, black sides shone in the rain and her headlights almost seemed to wink at him as he approached. Wincing at the muck he was bringing into the car with him, Dean opened the door and practically fell into the driver’s seat. The leather of the seat accepted him willingly and he instantly felt better. He pulled the door closed, shutting out the awful weather and was enveloped by the familiar smell of the car. He turned the key and the engine roared to life immediately, its deep-throated voice soothing Dean’s frazzled nerves. He caressed the steering wheel. No matter where he was and what was going on, Baby would always feel like home.
“That’s my girl,” he said and drove off.
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