Impalababycakes

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Lay Your Weary Head To Rest. .

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I don’t think we give baby enough credit for taking care of her boys but it saddens me to think someday she’ll be an empty shell…

She’ll sit and wonder when Dean is going to come and brush the leaves off her windshield or for the big one to plop himself down in the passenger’s seat, making her squeak underneath his feet… And if she had a voice she’d raise it high in protest at their muddy army boots ruining her interior… But they never showed…

Weeks became months, months accumulated into years and there was no key being jammed into her door, no slamming to her sides, no laughing or bantering from the two she loved so dearly. Instead, weeds had grown around her tires, the windows stained in hard water spots from a few heavy rains, and the poor car, she’s old, but what she’d give for one last trip on the open road before her engine gives, to see her boys in her rearview mirrors -sun shining on their faces- just one last time. Where had her little Sam and Dean gone?

“I’ve been looking for you,” he says, running his hands over the hood. He reaches into his pocket and his hand clenches around the key Dean gave him almost a decade ago.

He places his hand on the roof and brushes the leaves and dirt away. He then runs his hands across the exterior. He closes his eyes and grace floods over the exterior.  The rust disappears. The gleam returns.

Cas smiles and opens the driver side door.  Grasping the steering wheel firmly, he says, “I missed, you too, Baby. I’m sorry…Sam and Dean are gone. But I’m here now. I’ll take care of you. Forever.”

Cas’s fingers brush over the carved initials of the two men who changed his life.

Gone from this earth, but he will never forget.

He turns the key and Baby purrs for him.

She’ll be taken care of now.

Forever.

Over time, Cas restores her over and over again. 

Neither Baby nor Cas ever forget the Winchesters.

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Lay Your Weary Head To Rest. .

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I don’t think we give baby enough credit for taking care of her boys but it saddens me to think someday she’ll be an empty shell...

She’ll sit and wonder when Dean is going to come and brush the leaves off her windshield or for the big one to plop himself down in the passenger's seat, making her squeak underneath his feet... And if she had a voice she’d raise it high in protest at their muddy army boots ruining her interior... But they never showed...

Weeks became months, months accumulated into years and there was no key being jammed into her door, no slamming to her sides, no laughing or bantering from the two she loved so dearly. Instead, weeds had grown around her tires, the windows stained in hard water spots from a few heavy rains, and the poor car, she’s old, but what she’d give for one last trip on the open road before her engine gives, to see her boys in her rearview mirrors -sun shining on their faces- just one last time. Where had her little Sam and Dean gone?