During a hunt Sam accidentally sends a stray shotgun slug into the Impala’s rear door while it was parked, apparently not far enough out of the way. And when the hunts finally over he walks back to the car, trailing behind Dean with a hangdog expression on his face, waiting for him to see what happened. Dean stops and stares at the large round hole, looks to Sam, looks back to the hole, then slowly circles his two of his fingertips around it. Sam’s waiting for the explosion, but all Dean does is stick an exploratory finger inside the hole, offhandedly muttering “you’re paying for the new door…” clearly not quite focused on the reprimand. And suddenly he’s a bit too focused, turning back to Sam and herding him over to the hole he’s made, demanding “come look at what you’ve done.” At Dean’s insistence Sam find himself with his finger in Baby, trying not to cut himself on the jagged metal while Dean watches, a strange fervor in his eye.
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I’m glad to be the reason for all the Winpala on the dash <3 I love objectum/carfucker Dean who makes love to his Baby. I love supportive Sam who also loves Baby like that too, but feels kind of shy about it.
I love that any time they fuck in the Impala it’s actually a threesome.
I love when the boys fondle the vinyl seats or the wheel or the dashboard like it’s foreplay.
I love the idea of them getting heady when they smell her gasoline or vinyl or metal like it’s a sex pheromone.
I love when they see that the gas tank indicator is signaling it’s low, and they actually feel a slight parched feeling in the back of their throat.
I love the light slaps they give her hood when she gets them to their location safe and sound.
I love how when they close her trunk, it’s like slapping her plump ass. And opening her is like spreading her cheeks.
I love when they trace long fingers on the glass of her window when it’s foggy and humid out, like how they would caress a lover.
I love when the print of Sam’s or Dean’s cheek as they lean tired heads against her leaves a ghost mark there.
Just hnnngh, the brothers and their family and home, Baby.
Can I pretty, pretty please have a Winpala moodboard with *my* Baby as in older Chris Pine from the Esquire magazine that I have posted on my blog?
Another lovely request from the lovely @why-choose
Winpala + Chris Pine, home is where the heart is, cozy liminal space
I made this first one but felt like it wasn't close enough to the vibe you wanted, so I made an alternative one using some of the images you sent me for reference :)
Winpala + roadtrip, old boots, tires, wool blankets, jeans + red, black
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Btw, when I talk about human!impala AU, I hope you guys know I still inherently see her as a car. She thinks like a car, she moves like a car (or struggles because she is used to wheels), she is attracted to cars and has opinions on trucks, she thinks of her body parts in car part terms, she purrs like an engine rumble, she loves the scent of gasoline and it makes her mouth water, she is cool like metal, she prefers wearing polyester because she is made of vinyl, and more. Baby is a car first and foremost, regardless of what form she takes.
If the Impala became human, I think Gabriel would love to fuck her/him. Some of it because he is fucking gorgeous (maybe if Gabriel turns her human, it’s some of his best work) and some of it just to make Dean SO jealous and competitive (“Nobody shows my Baby a good time more than me!” “Oh yeah, Kiddo? Bet.”)
I already love Winpala, why not WinPalabriel too? Honestly let’s just make Team Free Let’s Fuck the Car a thing!
They should all be sucking hickies into his license plate tramp stamp. And Sam should be allowed to spank the demon trap on her ass raw and rosy. He’s the one who drew it on him after all.
And if her necklace of legos aren’t rattling like they did in the vent on every thrust, is it truly the Impala?
She’s got two hands, a cocky grin, and enough determination to take care of his two boys and two angels proper.
He remembers what Gabriel being in the back of her felt like in Hammer of the Gods, what if he shows him what her being in the back of him feels like?
Cas should ride him, Dean should drive himself into her, Sam should be rubbing and plucking at his nipples like he is fondling Baby’s vinyl dashboard. Gabriel should keep up a running spiel of dirty talk that makes his engine rumble and the tires screech in her mind.
Do you think Sam feels an extra kinship with Baby because he WAS him at one point? Imagine how he would trace every line of her body, admiring each crease and crevice, like he would his own body. To be both familiar with her as his home and as he would be with himself?
Dean being in-sync with human!Baby just like he is with Sam. Having that pseudo-telepathic eye communication with him too and it freaks Sam out to see what he and Dean look like to other people (“are we really like that like that?” He would think while recognizing the homoerotic undertones between Baby and Dean because how could Sam not see himself in Baby just like he sees Dean in her? She is literally an extension of both of them at this point).
Baby literally not minding that Cas is an angel because like, she is a car and this new body is not really her true form either. They would get along well and Cas would admire the rumble in his voice and swagger in her step just like he is admiring one of his Winchesters. He would absolutely defer to her over his claim on the boys though. Neither he or she own them and they have both vowed that the brothers are under their protection and care, but Baby has been doing it much longer and if they admitted it aloud, better, than Cas.
Still, she’d be charmed by Cas, love the smell of himself on Cas’s trenchcoat, the way his ass conforms well to her own cushiony body like it always had. A recognition, an acceptance; he is family too and Baby always takes care of his family. There’s sparks when they touch, skin that used to be metal conducting grace.
Just a car, the two brothers she is a home for, and the two angels without a home they picked up along the open road they traveled together.
