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Title: Resting Place
author: [ profile] jebbypal
rating: E
SPOILERS: Through the finale of season 1.
Umm, I guess I should say death fic as well. Though I'm not saying more cause I don't want to give it away.
Thanks to [ profile] poisontaster for the beta

Alone. Still. For days.

The ground is rough and much closer than it’s ever been before. Silence echoes on forever.

Then the rain comes.

At first, it feels good to have the mud and dirt and blood washed away, but slowly the gentle rain transforms into pounding sheets and bit by bit, flecks of paint begin to fall off like dead skin. The seats, once crusted with blood, are now waterlogged and dripping red all over the floor mats. Water and gun oil pool in the trunk under the open sky while the lid rests meters away from the body of the Impala.

It stops raining a little after midnight. Nothing else changes. Still alone. Still silent. The asphalt is still missing.

By midday, something new happens. The heat of the sun works a spell on the water clinging to the chipped and scratched paint. The body frame starts to metamorphose under the rays. After several days, deep, dark red rust lines run across the frame like scars that will never heal.

And still, alone.

The oil leaks out slowly. The battery was already smashed and the carburetor completely busted during the crash, but the oil pan and most of the lines somehow remained intact. The elements continue to do their job and eventually eat away at the rubber and tin until every bit of lifeblood leaks out of the car.

Somewhere, something black and evil is laughing. But not here. Here, it’s still silent.

Long after the rust has eaten away at what is left of the paint and started to seriously damage the integrity of the metal frame, after the rubber has eroded away in the wind, after the bird have begun to pick at the seats for nesting material, the silence finally ends. When it does, it’s a sound that hasn’t been heard for years. Not since after the youngest’s voice changed.



“It’s okay, Dean.”

“No, no it’s not.”

“It’s a car, Dean. It did its job. Hell, no one really knows how we survived that night, especially with you not wearing a seatbelt.”

“Fuck you, Sam. It’s more than just a car.”


The silence returns, but the two men don’t leave. A hand gingerly touches where the driver’s side mirror was once attached before drifting down the hood to where gaping holes sit instead of headlights and plastic covers.

“You had your first stomach flu in the backseat when we were driving from Topeka to Indianapolis. God, that was a miserable twelve hours. I never thought I’d get the reek out of my clothes.”

“Yeah, well I remember when you fell out and got that concussion pretending it was the General Lee.”

A wry snort in answer. “I had my first date in this car. Lost my first tooth when Dad was trying to lose that damn sprite in Montana. It’s not just a car.”

“Okay, you’re right. It’s not just a car.”

“It’s not right to leave her like this.”

“It can’t be fixed, Dean. You heard what the mechanic said.”

“Still, she shouldn’t be left like this.”

The next day, the sounds of the highway return. The asphalt was still far away, and the tires are still missing, but the wind and the sounds and the movement are all back. At least for a little while. Soon enough though, the sounds of the highway fade and are replaced by the familiar barking of Bobby’s dog.

“The mechanic didn’t lie to you boys. That frame is completely-“

“I know, I know. I just couldn’t leave her there.”

“I’m not digging a hole big enough to fit that.”

“Stop talking crazy.” Silence. “Stop looking at me like that.”

The ground is back again. Too close. The dog jumps on the hood, turns three times, and lies down. A hand caresses the top of the cab and rests finally on the driver’s side door.

“Exactly what does he want me to do with it?”

“Dean just didn’t want her to be all alone among strangers. If we can’t keep her with the family, she should at least be with friends.”

“Ahh…did they ever completely rule out brain damage?”

A laugh. It’s been a very long time since that sound has been heard. “None that he hasn’t had all his life, Bobby.”

A/N: I'd like to thank [ profile] medicinal_mirth, even though I haven't known her that long. It was her post about structural damage to the Impala that spawned this bunny. So, umm, spread your wailing and flailing over Metallicar-death fic over to her, kay? *puts on running shoes just in case*

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Date: 2006-06-24 12:01 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
"i'm not digging a hole big enough to fit that." and "if we can't keep her with the family, she should at least be with friends." oh, boys. *snif* i don't doubt that if he could, dean would want to give the impala a decent burial.

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Date: 2006-06-24 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OH. *sniffles* this CANT happen. it just CANT.

but this was really good. so sad but so good.

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Date: 2006-06-24 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee, yeah, the boys so would dig a hole if they could.

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Date: 2006-06-24 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*hands over the kleenexes*

Oh, I know this won't be popular, but the idea took hold and wouldn't let go.

Glad you liked it.

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Date: 2006-06-24 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You're...mean. I have faith the car will LIVE (and by faith, I mean faith in somethings on TV never being changed simply because of ease in advertising and the like). But still... That was wonderful, and heartbreaking.

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Date: 2006-06-24 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, I love this! It's sad, and yet there's still humor and life goes on. Pretty much just how the show and the characters are, right? Wonderful. I'm happy to have been of some service to you. *g*

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-24 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*pouts* Mean? And here I'd been feeling bad for not writing more:P LOL.

Thanks for the feedback.

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Date: 2006-06-24 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Only in the best way, of course. I mean, it was so good...and it wouldn't be sad if you didn't make me CARE with the beautiful writing. I've always loved the Impala, bit fics like this make me nuts about her.

And here I'd been feeling bad for not writing more
Yeah, that's worse! :D

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Date: 2006-06-24 03:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meredevachon
This was sweet. Poor Metallicar! But at least she's among friends, and won't be forgotten.

Thank you.

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-24 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very well done!
I'm sure Rumsfeld will take good care of our girl, but Dean may never recover

(I'm still muttering that Bobby can fix her though)

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Date: 2006-06-24 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Awwwww, poor Metallicar! I love how you wrote it, that car is way more than a car and I LOVED that you had the boys recognize it.

I'm still a believer that the Metallicar will pull through....but I still loved your fic!

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-24 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
awwww. So much love for the car and the boys this morning. :)

I'm a sad but grinning fool. *bookmarks*

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-24 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very nice. If this is it for the Impala, she deserves a wake, at the very least. ;)

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Date: 2006-06-25 12:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is lovely, sad and perfect! Thank you!

I have a theory they'll kill the car permanently just so they can find something Jared's legs will actually fit into, so if that happens at least I'll know you gave the Impala a perfect resting place!

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Date: 2006-06-26 01:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OMG STFU! *weeps* The Metallicar is just unconscious! She'll be fine!

*clings and sniffles and hates you a little bit*

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-26 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She CAN'T die! *sobs wretchedly*

She's just unconscious, just wait. We'll see. *sniffle*

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-27 12:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is too cute! Now I wish I had an icon with Metallicar in it. *grin*

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-27 11:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*sniffles* Sad!

Hi! I'm putting together an Impala-fic-list here (, I hope it's OK that I've linked this?

(no subject)

Date: 2006-06-27 01:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yep, that's great:) Thanks for letting me know.

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Date: 2006-09-04 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh my, oh my, oh my...*wibbles*

This is lovely and sad and heartbreaking and just amazing writing!! I love the choppy-ness in some places and then the imagery is just so beautiful and fluid in others.

This line here especially
The seats, once crusted with blood, are now waterlogged and dripping red all over the floor mats.
It just conjures up images of the Impala bleeding herself, which is repeated in other places with the oil leaking, but this one is just so powerful. Maybe because it's like the Winchesters blood becomes a part of her?

Anyhow, totally memory-ing this one!!


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