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dudeimbatman) wrote2009-01-06 01:06 am
dudeimbatman) wrote2009-01-06 01:06 am
I've been with you such a long time [You're my sunshine and i want you to know]
[Discuss what you were like as a child]
John has the radio on low and Dean can hear the sound of the road underneath him. Sammy is asleep in a basket on the front seat and Dean’s sitting in the back seat of the Impala, running the 67 Impala matchbox car his Dad had brought home to him a few days ago. He also had his transformers back there with him. Optimus Prime is transformed into his robot form and he’s battling Megatron. The bad guys are beating the good guys horribly.
“You won’t win, Megatron. You can’t win!”
“Take that back! ‘Cause I’m kicking your ass.” Dean shakes his fist at Megatron and quickly looks up to see if John heard him but his Dad doesn’t turn around or scold him.
“We got a secret weapon,” he says in his scariest, gruffest voice. He drives the matchbox Impala into Megatron, knocking him off Optimus Prime and sending him tumbling to the floorboard. Dean puts aside the toys and scoots to the edge of the seat, leaning on the back of the front seat.
“If the Impala was a transformer, do you think she’d still be a girl?”
John glances over his shoulder, chuckling softly. “Course she would be. The Impala’s a girl no matter what she is.”
“There aren’t any girl transformers,” Dean says skeptically.
“That’s because if the Impala were a transformer, she’d be special,” John responds, his attention going back to the road.
His words make a smile creep over Dean’s face though and he sits back in the seat, his hand curling around the matchbox car. The Impala purrs underneath, lulling him to sleep but his grip on the car remains tight. He’ll keep her secret and she won’t tell his but if Optimus Prime ever needs a secret weapon, he knows where to look.
John has the radio on low and Dean can hear the sound of the road underneath him. Sammy is asleep in a basket on the front seat and Dean’s sitting in the back seat of the Impala, running the 67 Impala matchbox car his Dad had brought home to him a few days ago. He also had his transformers back there with him. Optimus Prime is transformed into his robot form and he’s battling Megatron. The bad guys are beating the good guys horribly.
“You won’t win, Megatron. You can’t win!”
“Take that back! ‘Cause I’m kicking your ass.” Dean shakes his fist at Megatron and quickly looks up to see if John heard him but his Dad doesn’t turn around or scold him.
“We got a secret weapon,” he says in his scariest, gruffest voice. He drives the matchbox Impala into Megatron, knocking him off Optimus Prime and sending him tumbling to the floorboard. Dean puts aside the toys and scoots to the edge of the seat, leaning on the back of the front seat.
“If the Impala was a transformer, do you think she’d still be a girl?”
John glances over his shoulder, chuckling softly. “Course she would be. The Impala’s a girl no matter what she is.”
“There aren’t any girl transformers,” Dean says skeptically.
“That’s because if the Impala were a transformer, she’d be special,” John responds, his attention going back to the road.
His words make a smile creep over Dean’s face though and he sits back in the seat, his hand curling around the matchbox car. The Impala purrs underneath, lulling him to sleep but his grip on the car remains tight. He’ll keep her secret and she won’t tell his but if Optimus Prime ever needs a secret weapon, he knows where to look.
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