The Car Ride

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As we made our way out to the parking lot, I didn't see Gavin's car. It was weird so i tried to call him. No answer. Oh well, I thought, Mom will tear him a new one later.

I texted my mom after that to let her know that I was going with a friend. She didn't text back, but I didn't think anything of it. We waited outside for Sam. When he came walking up he gave a fake smile and we headed to the car. I was debating on asking him if anything was wrong or not when I saw that car. I almost stopped dead in my tracks. This was my dream car. A 1967 black Chevrolet Impala. It was beautiful. As a kid, my dad let me help fix some cars in the garage with him, so I knew a lot about cars. 

On the way to his house, his car was making a noise and I spoke in almost a whisper, "You're gonna need a new engine fan."

"Come again?"

"That rattling noise is most likely your engine fan. One of the blades is probably bent. You can try to fix it, but it would just be easier to get a new one." I said, blushing a little bit. Apparently that was cute because he looked over at me and smiled. Sam looked at me in disbelief  and asked, "How do you know so much about cars?"

"My dad taught me. I've been helping him since I was 3. He had pictures of me in my Easter dress holding a wrench with oil everywhere." I said giggling a little.

Dean looked at me for a minute and then said "Well, then we are going to go to the junk yard to see if we can find one so we can fix it."  The only thing I could say was "Okie-Dokie." Why would you say that? You are ruining your chances with him, I thought to myself. Why would I think that though. It's not like we are together or anything, we are just friends.

I heard Sam laugh in the back seat and Dean let out a little laugh. I blushed hard.

The car ride was quiet after that, with only the music playing, and the song Carry on my Wayward son by Kansas came on and I started humming along. Sam and Dean both looked at me. Sam had his ears plugged and Dean started singing. I sang with him and by the time the song was over, we were at some motel.

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UM.......YEAH, I'M JUST GONNA LEAVE THIS HERE.





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