SPN. 122 words. Future wing!fic.
One summer Sam buys this ridiculously huge convertible because he's sick of being driven everywhere. It has a bench seat that could fit a family of four end to end and actually getting the roof off is an exercise in frustration, but it's worth it.
It's worth it when they're driving through the fields surrounding Sanctuary, sun on their faces and Mickey standing on the back seat with his arms thrown wide and his face to the sky.
"I'm flying! I'm Dad!" he calls with absolute glee and even though later that night Dean will bitch about the killer sunburn on his face and neck and Sam will bitch about Dean taking the car without asking, it'll all be worth it.