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Reader x ghost brothers (new ride)

This is an alternate reality where Sam and Dean passed away and their car ended up in a junkyard! I can picture it being kind of goofy and fun in them haunting the s*** out of their ride! Either way, this is this little crackhead idea that I had!

Today's the day, I finally get my ride and I don't have to ride in that disgusting pickup truck that my dad has, McDonald's wrappers beer smell I'm all set.

We pulled up to the junkyard, my dad wants me to pick a fixer-upper that way I can learn everything I need to know about taking care of my car oh, I think it's stupid I watch girls all the time at school get their car and not have to worry about fixing it 24/7 because their dad is like that but I guess my dad is different. We pulled up to a junkyard with a rusty sign and across it was sprawled

'Singer Auto Self Service Salvage Yard' I rolled my eyes and groaned a little bit and I heard my dad speak up.

" it's not that bad see, at least when those kids have a dead battery and don't know what to do you will know what to do oh, it's a learning curve"

"Yes but I'm a whole ass 18-year-old about to go to college and now you're letting me get a car? I thought I was supposed to get a car in high school"

" yeah but seeing how you're going across the country for college and granted your boarding there. you should never feel pressured into getting into someone else's car...."

As he trailed on and on the ability to listen grew fainter and fainter and scanning the yard was the highest objective. Everything from the 60s up to the early 2000s was here and ripe for the picking. Granted some of them are just shells of what they used to be yeah as we pulled up an older gentleman looked at us.

My father rolled down the window and they exchanged a few words.

" how about you just park up here and I'll walk you back that way if there's anything in between that you like you can tell me." He gave a gentle smile and he had an old soul, looking like a grandad. we all hopped out of the Truck.

" The name's Bobby, and who might you two be?"

" my name is Michael and this is my daughter oh, we're here looking for her first car and I want it to be a fixer-upper!" The older man looked over at me and I gave him a soft wave and gave him a nod.

"Well I don't know how much you're going to find here, but I'll make it somewhat enjoyable oh, come along follow me" I popped in the headphone and started walking with the two of them and they did their usual dad talks. I caught glimpses of the talk here and they're hearing it whenever a song changed, Did you have kids, oh boy that must have been hell raisin two boys, I could not imagine having a brother. we walked around until finally,  we reach the back lot. and it looks like a desolate graveyard, there are few cars and eventually, the Two Dads stop and I take a walk around.

One stuck out like a sore thumb but honestly, it looks like it would be such a bitchin ride, A 1967 Chevy Impala, with a tan lining on the inside. chrome finish. In a ton of trunk space.

"What's the deal with this one?"

" That one I'm not sure I want to let go yet, belongs to someone close to me, oh, but I guess it's not much better if I just keep it here huh..." the older man looks column for a moment and finally nodded in agreement.

" all right I guess it wouldn't hurt to get rid of it it's been here for a little while now. Other than your typical Mouse shit in the carburetor and everything else it runs and drives, it just needs a little elbow grease and probably touch-ups on the rest" I gave him a note of my dad and looked at him in agreement.