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adiva_calandiaAnother snippet of SPN/YW that will be showing up soon.
PS: I am about 3/4 of the way through "Ghostfacers," and since that establishes a deadline for Dean, I shall have to ignore it, or pretend it happens after this fic. Oh well.
After half an hour of banging around under the hood of the Impala, Dean finally emerged with a growled "Son of a bitch!"
"What's wrong with it?" Sam asked, standing and stretching.
"I dunno," Dean replied, annoyed. "Overheated, maybe. I'm sure not seeing anything."
"Can I take a look?"
They turned and looked at Nita, who was biting her lips as if she thought the question had been presumptuous. "You know something about cars?" Dean asked, disbelieving.
"Well, they're more Kit's specialty than mine, but . . ." She stepped around the hood, resting her hands lightly on frame of the car. Dean watched her, a little suspicious -- and stepped forward when her eyes closed and her lips began to move silently.
"Woah woah woah there, you are not putting any mumbo-jumbo on my car without telling me what you're doing first."
"Shh," she replied, not opening her eyes. "It's not a wizardry -- I can't make it work here, remember? I'm just talking to her."
"Excuse me?"
Nita ignored him; after a moment, she crouched, never moving her hands, head tilted as if listening.
"She says it's [a not serious but difficult to diagnose problem]," she said distantly, and opened her eyes. Dean blinked at her, then came over to poke his head under the hood and investigate. Nita straightened and moved out of his way, keeping a hand on the warm metal of the car.
"How'd you figure that out?" Sam asked, surprised.
"I just asked her." She shrugged.
"I thought you couldn't do wizardry here, though."
"Oh. Yeah -- but that wasn't really wizardry. The Speech is a universal language. We use it to cast spells, but you can use it conversationally, too."
Dean poked his head around the hood. "You can talk to the Impala."
"Yep. Way easier than I expected." She smiled a little. "She's got a really strong personality."
Dean and Sam exchanged a look, and Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, uh. Yeah, it does."
Dean stepped back and dropped the hood, dusting his hands. "I'll say. That shoulda done it."
Nita looked up at him, smile widening. "She says thanks."
Dean blinked at Nita, then looked down at the car and put a hand on the hood, with more gentleness than normal -- more like the way someone might pet a strange but friendly dog. "Well, uh. Tell her I say you're welcome."
"You could tell her," Nita pointed out, taking her hand away at last and opening the door. She paused before getting in. "I like her."
Dean looked up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Her smile took on a wistful, remembering look. "I knew someone like her once."
PS: I am about 3/4 of the way through "Ghostfacers," and since that establishes a deadline for Dean, I shall have to ignore it, or pretend it happens after this fic. Oh well.
After half an hour of banging around under the hood of the Impala, Dean finally emerged with a growled "Son of a bitch!"
"What's wrong with it?" Sam asked, standing and stretching.
"I dunno," Dean replied, annoyed. "Overheated, maybe. I'm sure not seeing anything."
"Can I take a look?"
They turned and looked at Nita, who was biting her lips as if she thought the question had been presumptuous. "You know something about cars?" Dean asked, disbelieving.
"Well, they're more Kit's specialty than mine, but . . ." She stepped around the hood, resting her hands lightly on frame of the car. Dean watched her, a little suspicious -- and stepped forward when her eyes closed and her lips began to move silently.
"Woah woah woah there, you are not putting any mumbo-jumbo on my car without telling me what you're doing first."
"Shh," she replied, not opening her eyes. "It's not a wizardry -- I can't make it work here, remember? I'm just talking to her."
"Excuse me?"
Nita ignored him; after a moment, she crouched, never moving her hands, head tilted as if listening.
"She says it's [a not serious but difficult to diagnose problem]," she said distantly, and opened her eyes. Dean blinked at her, then came over to poke his head under the hood and investigate. Nita straightened and moved out of his way, keeping a hand on the warm metal of the car.
"How'd you figure that out?" Sam asked, surprised.
"I just asked her." She shrugged.
"I thought you couldn't do wizardry here, though."
"Oh. Yeah -- but that wasn't really wizardry. The Speech is a universal language. We use it to cast spells, but you can use it conversationally, too."
Dean poked his head around the hood. "You can talk to the Impala."
"Yep. Way easier than I expected." She smiled a little. "She's got a really strong personality."
Dean and Sam exchanged a look, and Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, uh. Yeah, it does."
Dean stepped back and dropped the hood, dusting his hands. "I'll say. That shoulda done it."
Nita looked up at him, smile widening. "She says thanks."
Dean blinked at Nita, then looked down at the car and put a hand on the hood, with more gentleness than normal -- more like the way someone might pet a strange but friendly dog. "Well, uh. Tell her I say you're welcome."
"You could tell her," Nita pointed out, taking her hand away at last and opening the door. She paused before getting in. "I like her."
Dean looked up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Her smile took on a wistful, remembering look. "I knew someone like her once."
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Date: 2008-04-29 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-29 06:44 am (UTC)Oddly enough it made the story much stranger.
(I want to give Nita a hug.)
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Date: 2008-04-29 04:40 pm (UTC)(She kinda needs 'em, poor girl.)
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Date: 2008-04-29 10:13 am (UTC)Uhm, I mean.
I'm so in love with this. Seriously.
....and uh. Find me online later because I just had a mental image for OUR fic and....yeah.
:D
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Date: 2008-04-29 04:41 pm (UTC)O rly. *intrigued* Will do!
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Date: 2008-04-29 11:04 pm (UTC)