Dean Winchester (![]() ![]() @ 2009-01-14 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon, dean winchester |
Who: Dean, OTA
What: Waking up in the Impala
When: Around 4 PM.
Where: Somewhere in the city
Open: Yes
Rating: PG
Status: Finished
OOC: Sorry it's so long...I just had to...Dean needed some time with his baby.
It was warm where he was laying. Maybe a little too warm, but in a comforting sleep way. Dean turned over, leather squeaking against his damp skin. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt as his back pressed down comfortingly against against the black bench seat. Slowly, his brain realized that he was comfortable and not in pain, Dean opened his eyes in a near panic, his lungs now gasping for air. Dean bolted up right, his face panicked and covered in sweat, hands flew to various parts of his body, checking for damage.
He felt nothing, no bruises or scarring. Even his joints and old scars appeared to be missing from his body. That was...well...odd. He felt around the car for a moment, smoothing over the leather seats and grinned a to himself. He knew where he was, well, not location-wise, but this was his car. He could see the familiar beige interior, and the black bench seat in front of him, meaning he was in the back. He noted the cluttered mess on the floor, wrappers, magazines, dad's notebook among other clutter.
Gingerly he touched the front bench seat, smiling. He had to get out and look at his car, know it wasn't a dream. Which he did, slowly stepping out from the back seat, joints a little stiff as he moved to the trunk and opened it, finding the weapons cache. He moved his green duffel out of the way and opened the box, and looked around it. Dean fingered the dream catcher that hung on the top of the cache first in wonder, everything seemed to be in order, weapons and objects there. His fingers making their way down to the weapons, touching his gun, picking it up and checking that it was clean and there was ammo in it. His fingers feel onto a blade, nicking his finger and grinning. This wasn't a dream he realized as he slipped the injured finger into his mouth, closing the cache and the trunk.
His next order of business was to go to the driver's seat and check his car. The Impala was more than just a car for him, it was his home. Opening the door, he almost held his breath as he slid into his seat and ran his fingers over the steering wheel, lovingly and a grinning. He was home. And she was in perfect shape from when he last saw her or actually, in the same shape as when he left her in. Her keys in the ignition, at least he didn't have to ruin her by hot wiring all of the time.
'I'm home, baby,' he said softly to the Impala, voice worse for the wear and hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in quite some time. 'Did you miss me, sweetheart?'
Being so wrapped up in awe about his girl, he didn't notice a vital thing missing on him...his amulet. The one Sam gave him for Christmas so many years ago. Speaking of Sam...where was he? Now Dean wanted to go look for his little brother.