I first saw this fic on
supernaturalfic and blinked at the pairing and scrolled on by, because Dean/Human!Impala? Just seemed to weird for words.
And then I stumbled across it from another direction, from
conquest (
ellipsisblack's fic LJ) where she issued a challenge to write Fairytale-themed Supernatural, and this fic was listed as based on Beauty and the Beast. Intriuged by the new angle, and a discussion I had with
black_samvara over the weekend, I gave it a go.
Dear god, it nearly made me cry, to the point of hitched breathing and sniffles. I mean, wow, ow.
Seven Days by
cherryscott
NC-17 (for what I'd call 'mild' sex :)), 10,610 words.
To John, she was a car. Granted, she was a car he took good care of, but in his eyes, she was nothing more than a hunk of metal on four wheels that carried him from hunt to hunt. Dean’s looked at her with love since he was old enough to know what a car was; she’s watched him grow, felt his hands on her change from the small, harsh, grubby paws of a child to the sweet, warm, loving hands of a man and every time he waxes her, every time he just stops to look at her…well, she feels like the most beautiful thing that there is and there’s nobody that could tell her any differently.
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Dear god, it nearly made me cry, to the point of hitched breathing and sniffles. I mean, wow, ow.
Seven Days by
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NC-17 (for what I'd call 'mild' sex :)), 10,610 words.
To John, she was a car. Granted, she was a car he took good care of, but in his eyes, she was nothing more than a hunk of metal on four wheels that carried him from hunt to hunt. Dean’s looked at her with love since he was old enough to know what a car was; she’s watched him grow, felt his hands on her change from the small, harsh, grubby paws of a child to the sweet, warm, loving hands of a man and every time he waxes her, every time he just stops to look at her…well, she feels like the most beautiful thing that there is and there’s nobody that could tell her any differently.