The Winchester Sister

Chapter 32 - Swan Song

A/N: Sorry for the lateness! I had important university stuff to do but I'm glad I got this done before I had to do anything else!

~Voiceover by Chuck~

On April 21, 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 while 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, Ash 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. 

~Normal P.O.V~

I wake up as I'm pushed off the sofa and hit the ground. "Why?" I groan, not opening my eyes. 

"You punched me." The voice of Cas answers. 

"Ah, right." I mumble as I get up and look at him. He had a big shiner where I hit him. "Sorry about that. You wouldn't get into the bed to sleep. I only helped you a little."

"By punching me." Cas retorts. 

"Cas, I wanted you to sleep in a comfy bed not on the sofa." I argue. 

"While, I appreciate you wanting me to be comfortable." Cas starts. "I'm human. Not breakable."

"Yes but you are also new to being human." I reply. "Trust me, you want your first experience as a human to have a good night sleep. Good night's sleep equals a comfortable surface to sleep on equals less grumpy in the morning. The sofa isn't that comfy but we're used to it."

"She's kinda right." Sam says from beside me as he opens his eyes. "Although, I would of gone a different method to punching you." I cringe. 

"Once again, I apologise for punching you but it had good intentions." I supply.

"Isn't the road to Hell paved with good intentions?" Dean asks as he walks in. 

"Well, it's thought that the original saying was "L'enfer est plein de bonnes volontés ou désirs" which meant that "Hell is full of good wishes or desires" from Saint Bernard of Clairvaux around 1150." I explain. "Although, that being said, there was Virgil's Aeneid, it was earlier, that stated "Facilis descensus Averno" which roughly translates to the descent to hell is easy." Dean looks at me with a blank face. 

"She means 'Yes' without the history lesson." Sam answers. 

"Thank you, Sam." I roll my eyes at Dean's antics. "Reason I came in was because we found a Demon's nest and we're going in 10 minutes, so, chop chop." I roll my eyes again and get to work packing. 

~Later~

We walk out of the building with gallon jugs full of demon blood and put them in the Impala. I climb into the Impala along with Cas and Sam. Dean needed to chat to Bobby quickly. "While we're without Dean, I need to talk to you both." I nod as does Cas. "You gotta make sure that I don't come back from the box."