The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

Mustangs and Memories

I could have reminded Coyote that Sam and I had survived on our winnings from pool and poker hustling for years but why ruin the fun? She'd legitimately won a few times but I hadn't been being all that serious about it winning those games. If it came down to an actual game of strip poker where I wanted to win, everyone but Sam and I would be stark naked by the end of it. We'd worked out a system to kick serious ass in poker years ago. It very rarely failed.

About two hours later everyone had finished stuffing their faces and there was a rather large dent in pretty much everything we'd prepared. Which was good because Sam hadn't been wrong, I'd put on a pound or two since moving in with Coyote which was ironic since I was eating healthier. Course I wasn't getting into life or death situations every other day either. Everyone was sprawled out in the living room, nursing whatever drinks they had and groaning about how much they ate. Sam had been smiling and laughing the whole time, having a blast and was probably the most relaxed I'd seen him in years. I wanted to show him the car before the whole pie, cake and present thing started so he wouldn't get suspicious of me taking him to the garage. Coyote and I had quietly told the rest of the group what was happening so they didn't tag along when I took him out to look at it, that needed to be a he and I thing.

"Sam, I want to show you something I've been working on," I said when there was break in his and Dig's conversation.

"Sure."

We headed into the garage, I flicked on the light and let him get ahead of me so I could snag the keys for it off the pegboard I'd put up.

As soon as he saw her he whistled, "Damn, she's sweet. What year?"

"Sixty nine, brand new everything pretty much though. 350, V8, tricked out suspension, all that."

He lightly ran his hand along the roof and her lines as he walked around her. "Really? This for another hunter? Guess they've got some serious needs."

"Yeah, he was pretty specific," I popped open the trunk and opened the weapons box so he could see it and the Devil's trap painted on the trunk's lid. "It's kind of a shallow trunk though so I added another box under the back seats. It's got demon warding etched into the roof underneath the upholstery too."

He finished his slow walk around her, nodding the whole time. I could tell he liked what he saw. Who wouldn't?

"Whoever is getting this had better be paying you top dollar. You put a ton of work into this one. I thought the rebuild you did on Baby was the best thing I'd ever see you do. This almost tops it."

"Thanks. Actually I'm not making a penny off of her."

That got his attention off the car, "What? Why?"

"Because the guy who's getting her has saved my life more times than I can count, that's why." I tossed the keys to him, he just barely caught them before they hit the hood of the car, which was a good thing. If he'd let those keys scratch the paint I'd have had to hit him, which isn't very birthday party like.

Once he caught the keys he stepped back, probably because he'd seen the look on my face when I thought the keys were going to hit her. "She's for me?" I think this had floored him even more than the party itself.

"You're old enough to have your own wheels now. I ain't paying for any speeding tickets though."

"Dean, seriously. She's mine?"

"Yes Sam, I even had Felicity hack into the DMV and put your name on the title. At least for now. We can change it later if you want. Just wanted it to be official for a little while anyway."

"I, this whole day, now the car. Why?" He started looking worried, "I mean I'm damn grateful, really, but what's going on."

I sighed and leaned against the worktable, "It's kind of sad that our history is so screwy that a birthday party and a custom car makes us think someone's dying or in trouble."