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moonlettuceTitle: Mechanical Love Song
Author: Claire
Pairing: Dean/the Impala
Rating: PG
Summary: Come to us, the call says.
Notes: Originally written for the following prompt in the SPN Anonymous Kink Meme:
Dean/ Transformer!Impala. Impala's in love with Dean for many years. Finally, he gathers enough energy and transformed (not as big, prefer human size).
I may have taken Transformer!Impala a little more literally than the prompt meant...
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Come to us, the call says. We have found the All Spark, the call says. You are all needed, the call says.
I had a name once, given to me by my Prime on a home that no longer exists. A home broken by war and corruption, where the lights extinguished one by one until there was only a lone brightness in the distance. The heart of our world had been cast out; sent into the darkness in a final attempt to stop the war, to stop the destruction. But the war did not end and the world kept on dying and a group of us were finally chosen.
You are scouts, they had said. The All Spark is out there, they had said. Our future is in your hands, they had said.
I remember that space was vast and cold, stretching out before me into an infinity of nothing. Empty planets and the lights from stars long dead were the only things that greeted me for so many years before I finally heard a call in the distance, radio waves carrying the message towards me.
This is who we are, the message said. This is what we are made of, the message said. The lawman is beating up the wrong guy, the message said.
I had planned on landing unseen, on blending into the environment and scanning for the All Spark. If I found nothing then I could be back on my mission within twenty rotations of the planet. But I had been too long in space, too long surrounded by the freezing cold of nothing. Suffice it to say, my landing did not go entirely to plan.
I do not know exactly what happened. I remember heat and burning organic material around me. I remember light and sound and reaching out to the first thing I saw, knowing that I needed to conform to this world's standards, to disguise myself before I entered the healing hibernation I required.
And then the next thing I remember is a voice, and the warmth of body heat spreading through me as someone sat on me.
This is a great car, the voice says. This thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40, the voice says. Protect me, I hear.
He is a man and then he is a child and then he is a man again. But throughout it all, he is Dean. The fingers that touched me so confidently when I first awoke learned my systems tentatively years later. And with each touch Dean becomes more sure.
The one they call John Winchester has a slip of paper declaring me his, but Dean owns me. He owns me with each touch to my body, with each caress to my interior.
I'll take good care of you, he says. You'll never me down, will you, baby? he says. I love you, I hear.
I have watched as everyone in his life has deserted him. Some left him through no choice of their own (he still dreams of Mary). Some left him because they were too lost to their own grief (and wakes up shaking, with John's name on his lips). And some left him because they did not know what they were leaving behind (even if they ended up coming back to him, they still left him).
I feel his fingers curl around me and I know that I will never leave him; that I will do everything in my power to keep him safe. I have painted the ground with the blood of the monsters that would hurt him and will do again. (Claws and teeth are no match for the power held within me, and they should know better than to try and sneak up behind Dean.)
Maybe one of these days I will tell him what I am, what I have done. I will hold him and join with him, his body opening to mine as he accepts me within him. But until then I will hold him in the way I do now, cradled inside me and protected from the world that rages around him.
I travelled through the stars to find the heart of my home, and I did not fail in my mission.
Come to us, the call says. We need to protect the world, the call says. I already am, I reply.
Author: Claire
Pairing: Dean/the Impala
Rating: PG
Summary: Come to us, the call says.
Notes: Originally written for the following prompt in the SPN Anonymous Kink Meme:
Dean/ Transformer!Impala. Impala's in love with Dean for many years. Finally, he gathers enough energy and transformed (not as big, prefer human size).
I may have taken Transformer!Impala a little more literally than the prompt meant...
~
Come to us, the call says. We have found the All Spark, the call says. You are all needed, the call says.
I had a name once, given to me by my Prime on a home that no longer exists. A home broken by war and corruption, where the lights extinguished one by one until there was only a lone brightness in the distance. The heart of our world had been cast out; sent into the darkness in a final attempt to stop the war, to stop the destruction. But the war did not end and the world kept on dying and a group of us were finally chosen.
You are scouts, they had said. The All Spark is out there, they had said. Our future is in your hands, they had said.
I remember that space was vast and cold, stretching out before me into an infinity of nothing. Empty planets and the lights from stars long dead were the only things that greeted me for so many years before I finally heard a call in the distance, radio waves carrying the message towards me.
This is who we are, the message said. This is what we are made of, the message said. The lawman is beating up the wrong guy, the message said.
I had planned on landing unseen, on blending into the environment and scanning for the All Spark. If I found nothing then I could be back on my mission within twenty rotations of the planet. But I had been too long in space, too long surrounded by the freezing cold of nothing. Suffice it to say, my landing did not go entirely to plan.
I do not know exactly what happened. I remember heat and burning organic material around me. I remember light and sound and reaching out to the first thing I saw, knowing that I needed to conform to this world's standards, to disguise myself before I entered the healing hibernation I required.
And then the next thing I remember is a voice, and the warmth of body heat spreading through me as someone sat on me.
This is a great car, the voice says. This thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40, the voice says. Protect me, I hear.
He is a man and then he is a child and then he is a man again. But throughout it all, he is Dean. The fingers that touched me so confidently when I first awoke learned my systems tentatively years later. And with each touch Dean becomes more sure.
The one they call John Winchester has a slip of paper declaring me his, but Dean owns me. He owns me with each touch to my body, with each caress to my interior.
I'll take good care of you, he says. You'll never me down, will you, baby? he says. I love you, I hear.
I have watched as everyone in his life has deserted him. Some left him through no choice of their own (he still dreams of Mary). Some left him because they were too lost to their own grief (and wakes up shaking, with John's name on his lips). And some left him because they did not know what they were leaving behind (even if they ended up coming back to him, they still left him).
I feel his fingers curl around me and I know that I will never leave him; that I will do everything in my power to keep him safe. I have painted the ground with the blood of the monsters that would hurt him and will do again. (Claws and teeth are no match for the power held within me, and they should know better than to try and sneak up behind Dean.)
Maybe one of these days I will tell him what I am, what I have done. I will hold him and join with him, his body opening to mine as he accepts me within him. But until then I will hold him in the way I do now, cradled inside me and protected from the world that rages around him.
I travelled through the stars to find the heart of my home, and I did not fail in my mission.
Come to us, the call says. We need to protect the world, the call says. I already am, I reply.
