Characters: Metalicar, Sam Winchester
Rating: PG-13 for excessive angst
Word Count: 440
Warnings: AU, character death, lots of angst
A/N: Drabble from Metalicar's (1st person) POV (no, it's not a crack fic, but it is the Metalicar talking to Sam); spoilers for all episodes through the end of season 2, especially for 2.22.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no money is being made, no copyright infringement intended! "Supernatural" and its characters are owned by Eric Kripke, Warner Brothers, the CW network, et al. This is fiction written entirely for entertainment purposes only. Not mine; don't sue, please. I repeat: not mine.
Summary: Set a littlemore than a year after "All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2," Dean's gone and both Sam and the Metalicar are in need of some comfort...
Let me be a refuge for you, boy. No, once child, now man… soul that has grown under my watch. Apart we are both lost. Me without my owner, the one who cared for me, protected me, allowed himself to be free in me. You without your family. All of them now gone. Lonely and alone, no one to share your stories with, no one who knows your past—your real past, the life you’ve actually led.
But together we are different. Two parts of a puzzle, long dismantled, that almost make a whole. Our loss is the same. Without him we are not who we need to be. I am but an ordinary car without a driver. With no one to care for me or restore me, or save me from a rusty, crumpled doom. You are but a brother now alone. Missing your best friend, parent, confidant—the other half of your soul now gone forever. With no one to get your back on a hunt, no one to believe in you, no one to save you from yourself.
We have both existed in the shadow of a man so great his worth was more brilliant than the sun. Now he is gone and we are withering in the sudden glare. He never understood who he really was, but we knew and we know, and we can carry on his legacy and make sure others know. We both were gone—lost, dead, demolished—and he saved us. He brought us back… but we were both instruments in each others resurrection. You, by refusing to allow others to scrap me, me by taking him to the place that sealed his fate and restored your life. It’s not the same, I know, and you know, but together we have a chance. I to find a new person to love and care for me, to share their stories, and make a home in me. You to find an echo of that which you have lost, a sanctuary from all the pain in your life. I’m not him, but he shared his soul with me; all his love and memories poured out through his sweat and labor. You’re not him, but he loved you more than life itself, and anything dear and precious to him is dear and precious to me.
Come with me, Sam. Let me take you on the rest of life’s journey. Together we can live a life that is worthy of him. We can use the second chance he has given us to save the world in his honor. Dean may be gone, but together we will make sure he lives on.