Dean leaned against the steering wheel and sighed. Smiling faintly, he ran his hand over the dashboard, giving the Impala an affectionate pat. It was so good to have his baby back.
Dean joined Micheal in leaning against the wall. Stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jacket, he surveyed the room. They seemed to be the only people in the room so far. Not even the teacher, counselor, whatever was present.
Dean grimaced. "So.... What brings you here?" The only reason Sam was able to make him come was because he'd stolen the keys and threatened to take the Impala to a impound lot to be demolished. He'd gotten tired of sleeping with one eye open, in other words getting no sleep at all. His body had surrendered and he'd caved in.
Micheal shifted his position against the wall and sighed. "My boss and mechanic are holding KITT hostage." Micheal's hands clenched a little as he remembered the huge argument he'd had with Bonnie and Devon before finally resigning himself to the class.
"Kitt?"
"My car." Micheal's lips twitched. He wasn't looking at Dean but he figured he had a good idea of what his expression was from the tone of his voice. "It's an acronym," he said helpfully.
"Oh. Oh good." That was a relief. He would have hated to have to sit through an hour of crap with a crazy person. Though he supposed there were worse names to call a car than Kitt.
Both men stood studying the floor as they waited, looking up only when the door to the room swung open again. A man with dark curly hair leaned into the room. "Is this the..."
"Yes," both Micheal and Dean said.
The man looked back into the hall. "This is the place. Come on." The man entered the room with a blonde man following close behind him. "I'm Luke and this is Bo," the dark haired man said.
Dean and Micheal nodded.
"Welcome," Micheal raised a shoulder in greeting.
"Pull up a piece of wall," Dean said.
*stares at preceding* *headdesk* YOU'RE NOT HELPING!!!
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Date: 2006-10-14 03:18 am (UTC)1. That mood face looks more surprised than enthralled.
2. Now I have the insane desire to read Dean/Impala :D
Dean: I love you! *pets car*
Sam: *pouts*
Maybe the Impala could get possessed ala Christine only in a nice way :)
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Date: 2006-10-14 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-14 01:02 pm (UTC)You really *shouldn't* encourage me, dear :P~~
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Date: 2006-10-14 06:57 pm (UTC)The curly haired man leaning against the wall nodded. "Sure. I'm Michael."
"Dean."
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Date: 2006-10-14 07:42 pm (UTC)Dean grimaced. "So.... What brings you here?" The only reason Sam was able to make him come was because he'd stolen the keys and threatened to take the Impala to a impound lot to be demolished. He'd gotten tired of sleeping with one eye open, in other words getting no sleep at all. His body had surrendered and he'd caved in.
Micheal shifted his position against the wall and sighed. "My boss and mechanic are holding KITT hostage." Micheal's hands clenched a little as he remembered the huge argument he'd had with Bonnie and Devon before finally resigning himself to the class.
"Kitt?"
"My car." Micheal's lips twitched. He wasn't looking at Dean but he figured he had a good idea of what his expression was from the tone of his voice. "It's an acronym," he said helpfully.
"Oh. Oh good." That was a relief. He would have hated to have to sit through an hour of crap with a crazy person. Though he supposed there were worse names to call a car than Kitt.
Both men stood studying the floor as they waited, looking up only when the door to the room swung open again. A man with dark curly hair leaned into the room. "Is this the..."
"Yes," both Micheal and Dean said.
The man looked back into the hall. "This is the place. Come on." The man entered the room with a blonde man following close behind him. "I'm Luke and this is Bo," the dark haired man said.
Dean and Micheal nodded.
"Welcome," Micheal raised a shoulder in greeting.
"Pull up a piece of wall," Dean said.
*stares at preceding* *headdesk* YOU'RE NOT HELPING!!!