DEW: Hot Stuff

[dizzojay]

Here's a little drabble written for this week's DEW challenge!
Our favourite lady is feeling the heat ...



HOT STUFF

Genre: Humour
Rating: T
Characters: Impala POV.  Mentions of Sam and Dean
Warnings/Spoilers: Warning for non-graphic nudity (of course, it's me - what did you expect?)
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them


I don’t need this at my age.

That manticore hunt was a fiasco; the boys didn’t know its spit was corrosive.

Well, until they got sprayed and their clothes started to sizzle.

And now I’ve got their sweaty, butt-naked hides parked on my bench seat as we head back to the bunker.
Seriously, I haven’t seen those little asses for over thirty years.  It’s killing my cooling system.

Who’d have thought a car could blush? My radiator’s hissing like Old-goddamned-Faithful.

And … BOOM … thar she blows!

I’m so sorry Dean, but at least I’ve managed to reach a garage so you can go and …

Oh.

xxxxx

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