Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Fixing Up Baby ➸ Impala

You walk over to your junk of an Impala that you got for an amazing price. The seller was stupid for making it so low of a price. The engine is in perfect shape. The accelerator is in pristine cadition. All you have to do is repaint it, get some new tires and fix the wiring for the radio and actually get an radio. It is a total deal!

You leave a clean trail in the dirty coated Impala's exterior with your finger. You awe at the Impala and just can't wait to fix her up back to good health. You just need to quick ride over to Bobby's for parts and you're home free.

"I'm off to see Bobby, the wonderful wizard of car junk." You sing like 'we're off to go see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz' tune and hop into the Impala.

After finally driving for an hour you reach Sioux Falls and Bobby's junk yard. You smile as you see the sign and you know Bobby will lend you parts and help you work on it. You ride up next to another Impala and your mouth drops open. You get out of your junk Impala and race over to Bobby's front door.

"Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Who's car is the-" You stop yourself as you run through the back door and through the dirty messy kitchen to see two young boys sitting near Bobby in the study. They all have bottles of beer in their hands and taking about a case.

"Who are these people, Bobby?" You ask and walk over to the young boys. You sit on the arm chair of Bobby's seat and stare at the boys.

They stare back at you then at Bobby. Probably wondering who this mystery girl is.

"This is my two sons. You've heard me talk about them, the ones from John and Mary Winchester. This is Sam- he points to the longer haired man- and this is Dean- pointing to blondey-." Bobby says and you turn your head to look at the boys.

You've heard a lot about these brothers. The legends from John and Mary Winchester. Then poor Mary died and all hell broke loose for the poor family. And then he dies, John, then he leaves his hunting job for his sons to finish. Sam and Dean Winchester are the most dangerous, cruelest, and Best hunters there are in the side of North America and probably the world.

"Hi, I'm y/n. I'm a good friend of Bobby's." You stand up and put your hand out for them to shake.

"Hi, I'm Sam, well you already knew that." Sam shakes your hand and smiles at his silliness.

"Bobby how come I've never heard of this girl before?" Dean dodges your out stretches hand.

"Because you haven't been around boy. Now welcome the pretty lady or I'll have to knock some sense into you." Bobby say in his country accent and Dean grumbles but does as he's asked.

"I'm Dean." He says and takes your hand into his and shakes it.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you too." You say sarcastically and you get this feeling it's gonna be hard trying to become friendly with Dean. He seems very cut off to people when he first meets them.

"So, what did you come for y/n?" Bobby asks and grabs he beer, taking a sip.

"I got this beat up car for an amazing deal and I was wondering if you could loan some spare parts with maybe you helping me out a little? But know Dean or Sam could help if you think you're too old for this." You tease Bobby and laugh as he huffs and puffs. At calling him old.

"Yeah, I'll lend you parts and you can use these idjits for help if you need it. But I'll be here reading my book while drinking a beer."

"Thanks Bobby." You say and blow him a kiss. He rolls his eyes at you and begins to read his book. "Come on boys we have a car to fix."

After working on the Impala for the rest of the day you found out Dean is way better than Sam at cars. Sam mostly did the heavy lifting and handing over tools to me or Dean. You do have to say it would have been 10 times harder without those two though. You're grateful for their help but all you want to do is ride your baby all around America.

"She's lookin' nice." Dean comments on your Impala and pats the hood of the car.

"She is pretty fine lookin' ain't she?" You say rhetorically out loud as you look over your creation.

You, Dean and Sam has decked the Impala out in anything you could think off. You gave the car the essentials, radio, tires, and a new paint job all the color black. Sam waxed the outside and the Impala is radiating with glimmer.

"She's a Beauty." Dean crouches down and looks at the crome grill of the car.

"Should I leave the two of you alone?" Sam asks Dean and Dean gives him a bitch face. Sam just laughs it off and wipes the dirt off his hands. "I'm gonna' go into the house and get a beer. Anyone want one?"

"I'll take one."

"Ditto that." You round over to the side of the driver seat and open the door and sit in the seat. "I can't wait to ride this all over the country."

"That's what I do with my Impala." Dean finished off the last of his beer and leans up against the wall. "So, what makes you like the Impala? Is it the frame, the leather, or is the wheels?"

"No, it's the emotion pull I have with it. My father use to have an Impala. It was a car you could always rely on to get you to where you needed to be next. I just like to be reminded this is where my father probably use to sit and how he looked at the world." You say and Sam comes out with three beers.

Sam hands out the beers and you all lean against the wall.

"Cheers to finishing!" Sam randomly cheers and puts his beer in the middle. You break out of your phase thinking of you dad and out your beer in the middle too. Dean does the same and you all cheer in finishing the Impala.

"Cheers to you dad."

➸ Man, I defiantly want to do more Impala Images it's just so fun to write. But before I forget this again, thank you for 5K reads guys we've have come a long way since a few months ago on this!