Kidnapped Rebels

Chapter 5: Night 1 with Shannon and Hanna

(Shannon's P.O.V.)

Well, we were stuck with Jamie Noble and Joey Mercury. They were going to be our security guards and caretakers. We were escorted out of the bus to their Cadillac and made our way to the hotel.

"So, how do you two like our car?" Joey Mercury asked the two of us, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Hanna was smart and retorted, "It's not baby."

I started to laugh because I knew what she wanted to say. She gave me a look, and I started to roll into the monologue that the great Chuck said, and it took the rest of the car trip. I knew the whole thing, because Swan Song...enough said.

"'On April 21st, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville -- a blue two-door Caprice.

There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car -- no, the most important object -- in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor "gettin' folks right for Judgment Day." That's what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile.

After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins.

And here's where it ends.

The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray - it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents -- to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs -- really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed, 'cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The Devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive.

In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day -- sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls...

...but they were never, in fact, homeless.'"

We pulled up to the hotel just as I finished my speech. Hanna applauded me, and I even heard her reciting some of the most important lines along with me. J&J Security were the quietest that they have ever been in a while. It was kinda shocking. I guess they wished that they had the "baby" of the Supernatural fandom.

The room was somewhat spacious, considering who were they with and who their bosses were and their power. There were two bedrooms, and Hanna and I claimed one of the rooms, and it, luckily, had two beds in it. It also had a television, which meant only one thing: Supernatural marathon.

We turned it on, and the 200th episode was playing. We were towards the end of it, and they just started "Carry On My Wayward Son." Even though Hanna and I were kidnapped and basically forced into the Authority, we wouldn't give up. I know that Dean, I mean Kristina, felt bad about the whole ordeal, but that wasn't her fault. I grabbed Annie and Sparky out of my bag, and I held them close.